A/N: I know a lot of people do not like when writers alter the original age of Pastas, buuttt I'm doing just that. Sorry!~
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In this smutty fic she may be seen as the eighteen year old best, but her age isn't clarified. Happy Reading!!
A rock which was painted on-yellow blobs and below that being a black coating. Blinking for a moment, Nixa quickly recognized who the owner was for the small rock. "Lazzy!~" She piped up musically, making you raise both your eyebrows. You knew Lazari was a Zalgoid for sure, but the only issue was that she practically has been avoiding everyone for some time now. Whatever the reason was, it seemed everyone dismissed it with her being there.
The female made her way through the crowd, piping up with a small 'Sorry' as she squeezed through. She smiled slightly and instead of grabbing the rock, she curled her fingers around your own, so you would be holding the rock tightly. "It's yours." She said before walking past you and into the closet. You slowly followed behind her before Nixa closed the door abruptly, closing the two of you in. It was awkward before you could settle in considering Lazari decided to just stand against a wall while you did the same, though on the opposing wall she was facing. "What's been going on? I mean with you not coming out of your room and whatnot." You decided to bluntly ask, Lazari looking at you briefly before looking at the door.
"I've just been changing is all. Being a Zalgoid is just perfect when it comes to feeding time." You didn't know if it was sinister sarcasm or childish truth that dripped from the edge of the sentence, but whatever it was made you somewhat curious about the female. Stories from Jeff and Lulu were told to you considering they were the closest to Lazari, but you never got really close to her or even seen her change to the 'monster' she is. "Well.. It's good for you to be back..?" You etched a question in the sentence making Lazari smile with a small laugh escaping her lips, causing you to laugh as well.
"Would be better if I weren't in this predicament.. Though I'm not saying that I don't like you because I do-Wait.. I mean-" She cut off to sputter out a nervous giggle, making you raise an eyebrow. Finally settling your eyes over her body, you realized how she had another one of her phases of becoming older physically but never mentally. Rumors used to go around that she had the sickest crush on Eyeless Jack, but after he finally put it straight to her that he didn't like her, she closed herself off from everyone for a while. This was when she was still seen as a twelve-year-old, and before she closed herself off again to turn into this now.. Teenager form? You shook your head and pushed yourself off the wall, wanting to comfort her since you guessed that her mind wandered to the rejection of Jack's.
"It's okay. I like you too." You broke her mumbles of trying to come up with something to say, making her cheeks tint in a light pink. "Can I say something without you chewing my arm off?" With the involuntary hint of Lazari biting when she pleases, her face reddened more and she nodded quickly to try and hide it. "A douche like Jack doesn't deserve you. I know there are pastas that actually care though, like Jeff and Lulu. The two told me about you since we never had the chance to formally meet, and they did tell me how you basically had a rough background. I will like to say that everyone is a monster though, whether it may be you or me, we have our own wicked thoughts and ways to kill since we are killers."
