Town of Sadness (RoyalChaos)

I Didn't Ask For This

84 reads in 4 days?!?! This is insane, thank you all so much!! I'm trying to really push at least 2 updates a day, but forgive me if I only do one sometimes. To thank you all, here is an extra long chapter! Thanks again!

~Sydney

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"This place is creepy, I don't like it," Ze declared as he entered their new apartment, looking around and picking up one of the few photographs left on a table.

"You've been here for five seconds, you can't declare it automatically creepy," Chilled grumbled, a bit aggravated about how whiny Steven had been acting since they left the train. He knew this was hard, but there were other ways of coping than making his boyfriend's life miserable.

Now, he realized that was a horrible thing to say. But his sleep had been horrible last night, his body ached, and all he really wanted was a nap and some real food, not dried fruit or beef jerky.

"I'm gonna take a nap, care to join?" Steven called, poking his head from around a corner.

"Absolutely," Anthony murmured, kicking off his hiking boots and shuffling to the bedroom. It was awfully uncomfortable, surrounded by other people's memories, but he let it go. Chilled was too tired to be sad or upset by this.

Steven had already stripped down to his underwear and snuggled under the covers, looking adorable as ever. It even made Anthony's heart melt a little, and he felt a bit more compassion for his poor boyfriend. They were in this together, no matter how much they moaned and complained about it. He cuddle up against him, wrapping his arms around Ze's waist.

"Thank you," the other whispered softly, pressing back into Chilled.

"What for, babe?"

"Bringing me here. I know I seen ungrateful, but this is a thousand times better than Salem." His hands twitched as he spoke, but he was definitely sincere. "I want to tell you something, but you'll hate me."

"You know you can tell me anything, Steven."

"You swear you won't hate me, Anthony?"

"I promise."

Ze sighed, opening up his eyes again. "I still want to kill. Every single night I dream about murder and I feel like I'm crazy. I know I am, actually. I want to hear someone's muffled screams as I slit their throat; I want to feel their blood flow over my hands. I miss it so bad."

This was definitely not what Chilled had been expecting. "I- wow, Steven-"

Ze suddenly stood, throwing on his clothes. "God, I knew it. I sound like I should be in a straightjacket."

"Steven, baby, no-" Chilled tried to reconcile, take back his shock, but it was out there. It was too late.

"Don't do that now, Anthony. I'm going- I don't know. Out there. I need some space."

"Steven, you're being ridiculous. I'm not judging you. Almost all of us have had the itch to kill, that's why we're friends. It's normal for us."

Ze wiped at his eyes, looking down at his feet. "I don't want to be normal for us. I want to be normal in general. I thought that Salem was making me like this, but it's just who I am. I'm a serial killer. It's my role, even outside of that town."

"You can't let that define who you are. We're so much more than serial killers and mafia now. We can be anything," Anthony pursed his lips, standing up from the bed and pulling on his clothes.

"We're survivors. That's what we are now."

"What do you want to be, Steven? I'll help you be anything in this new world, because I love you that much. I hate seeing you suffer this way. Tell me what you want." Chilled snatched up his abandoned boots, re-lacing them tight.

"I want to be the good guy for once. I want to be a vigilante, and do something helpful with my existence. Let's go out and kill some bad guys. I want a nice rush for once," Ze smiled his devilish grin, yanking on his shoes and jacket.

Chilled chuckled and shook his head, but hurriedly grabbed his gun from his bag and tucked it into the waistband of his pants. "I'll be by the front door."

"I'm already there," Steven replied, halfway out the door while he spoke.

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Meanwhile, Nanners and Gassy sat in front of a radio, calmly eating jerky from their leftover snack bag and listening to the faint music that still came through. They had discovered that the TV, oven, microwave, and other electronics didn't work so well, but water based things like the sink and shower were functioning fine.

The dusty air shrouded the sun earlier than usual, allowing for it to seem as though it was midnight, even if it was, according to Gassy's watch, 3:15. The couple listened to the beautiful classical music flow from the speaker, Adam rested against the other's chest with a grin on his face. When his eyes were shut, he was home.

"Let's dance, Maxie," he whispered, standing up and smiling like the dork he was.

"You know I'm not much of a dancer," Gassy laughed, standing as well but with a reluctant grin.

"It's the apocalypse, no one can see you step on my feet," Nanners taunted, wrapping his arms around the other's neck. His fingers toyed with the hair that rested at the nape of Max's neck, teasing him while he struggled not to dance.

"Come on, Max," the boy groaned, stretching out the 'o' in 'on' for a solid few seconds.

"Fine, fine," Max chuckled, setting his hands on Adam's waist. His hands were huge in comparison to Adam's small hips, making them look entirely out of proportion.

The couple swayed around their new living room, Max softly humming the tune as they danced. Their eyes met, and Adam blushed profusely and looked away.

"Don't tell me after all this time you still get embarrassed when I look at you, Adam Montoya," Gassy beamed, kissing his cheek.

"Well, when you look at me like you do..," Nanners turned a bright rosy red, stating down at their feet. "Even if it has been a whole year, you still make me nervous. You're so perfect it's intimidating."

Gassy laughed, gently dipping his husband. "Intimidating, huh? I'm now big scary Max?"

Adam shook his head, putting a hand over the other's heart. "In there, I knew you're my cuddly teddy bear Maxie. On the outside, you're... Devilishly handsome, out of my league, Max Gonzalez from a few houses over. The guy I would never have gotten if he didn't catch me trying to frame him for murder."

Max laughed at the memory, shaking his head softly. "I've never been out of your league, Adam. If anything, you've been out of mine. You're the hilarious, dangerous bad boy who hangs out with the ex-godfather's son and rejected the mayor for a date."

"You know that's not me," Adam blushed, still swaying slowly.

"And you know I'm not out of your league. After all," he held up his left hand, where a gold band settled on his ring finger. "This kind of proves that."

"I never needed that for proof, Maxie. I always knew in here." Adam pressed his hand to his own heart, grinning like he did.