Fells exes- fanfic,undervese au

Chapter: In Front of Dust, Killer, Cross, and Nightmare

Edge had never been good at keeping his emotions in check. But today, that was an understatement. His blood was boiling, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. He was standing in a room with his brother, Fell, surrounded by members of Fell's ragtag team—Dust, Killer, Cross, and Nightmare. It was supposed to be a casual visit. But what he'd learned about Fell in the last hour was enough to drive him to the edge.

Edge: voice trembling with anger "Brother... YOU'VE DATED HOW MANY MEN?!"

Fell, as casual as ever, leaned against the wall, arms crossed, completely unbothered by the explosion of rage in front of him.

Fell: "Six."

Edge's mind reeled. Six men? Six?! And not just any six men—these were people standing in front of him right now. His brother was a walking disaster, and it was all he could do not to scream.

Edge: yelling "Six?! You think this is some kind of joke?! You've been with six different people, and half of them are in this room?! How am I supposed to look at any of you the same now?!"

Fell didn't even flinch. In fact, he looked almost bored with the whole situation, clearly unfazed by Edge's fury.

Fell: "Alright, boss, here's the list. Since you're so mad about it."

Fell pulled a piece of paper out from his pocket and began reading off the names, barely glancing up from the list.

Fell: "Dust: 1 year, Classic: 1 year and 2 months, Killer: 5 months, Cross: 3 months, and Horror: 2 years."

Edge's face went white as he processed the names and the lengths of time. His eyes shot to Dust, Killer, and Cross, who were standing there with varying degrees of unease, but none of them seemed as angry or hurt as Edge felt. Nightmare stood quietly off to the side, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with an unreadable expression.

Edge: shouting "Are you KIDDING me?! All of you?! You've all been with my brother?!" He pointed at each of them, his voice shaking with rage. "Dust! Killer! Cross! How the hell are you just standing there like this is normal?!"

Dust shifted uneasily, rubbing the back of his neck. Killer smirked, clearly unphased, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Cross merely raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed in a nonchalant manner. Nightmare, however, said nothing, simply watching Edge like this was all part of some twisted show.

Edge: voice rising to a near shout "Do you even care how I feel about this?! You're all standing there like it's just another day, but this is insane! How am I supposed to trust any of you anymore?!"

Edge's anger wasn't just at Fell now; it was at all of them. The realization that his brother had been this careless—and that everyone in this room had been complicit—was too much for him to process.

Dust: quietly "Edge, it's not like that, man. We're all adults, okay? It's just—"

Edge: cutting him off, furious "It's not just that, Dust! This is about boundaries! This is about respect! And you're all just treating it like it's no big deal!"

Dust opened his mouth to respond, but Killer interrupted, clearly done with Edge's rant.

Killer: grinning devilishly "Edge, calm down, will ya? We're all grown-ups here. Nothing's broken, no one's hurt. You don't get to dictate how people live their lives just 'cause you're uncomfortable with it."

Edge's eyes narrowed, focusing on Killer. He took a few steps forward, fists still clenched.

Edge: shouting "You—You don't get to tell me how to feel, Killer! You've been with him, too, haven't you? How can you even look me in the eye and say that?!"

Killer's grin faltered slightly, but he stood his ground.

Killer: "Look, man, I get that you're pissed, but it's not as big of a deal as you're making it out to be. We've all got our own lives, our own business. You don't have to like it, but you do have to deal with it. Fell's not gonna change for you."

Edge turned to Cross next, fury still burning in his chest.

Edge: almost spitting with rage "And you, Cross! I thought you had some sense, but now I see you're just as much a part of this mess as the rest of them! How is this not a problem for you?"

Cross didn't flinch, and for the first time, he spoke, his voice cool but sharp.

Cross: "We all make our choices, Edge. You can't control what happens here. Fell's been upfront about it. It's not our fault you're getting worked up over something that's been going on for a while now."

Edge's anger flared again. How could they be so nonchalant about it? He'd never felt more betrayed.

Edge: his voice thick with frustration "You're all unbelievable. I don't know how you can stand there and act like this is fine—like I'm the one who's crazy here!"

Nightmare, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke up, his voice calm but carrying an edge of finality.

Nightmare: coolly "Edge, we're not here to coddle you. You've made your feelings clear. But the truth is, you're not part of this team. You don't get to tell us how we live, what we do. You can be angry, you can yell all you want, but it doesn't change anything."

Edge froze, his heart sinking. Nightmare's words cut deep, and for the first time, he realized they were all right. He was an outsider here. He wasn't part of this team. He didn't have a say in their lives, no matter how much he hated it.

For a long, painful moment, Edge stood there, fighting to keep his composure, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Finally, he turned on his heel, unable to stay in the room for another second.

Edge: under his breath "I don't know if I can deal with this anymore."

He stormed out, leaving behind the quiet aftermath of his outburst. The team—Dust, Killer, Cross, and Nightmare—remained silent, watching him go. There was no satisfaction in their eyes, no relief. Just the calm after the storm.

As Edge left the building, his heart pounded in his chest, still burning with anger. But a small part of him knew he would never be able to come to terms with it. And maybe that was the worst part of all.