Chapter 4: Careful what you wish for

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Pj was walking down the corridoors lauging with his friends. He couldn't stop falling over, tears of joy streaming from his face. "That...was the best thing ever! Did you see his face? Ha! His eyes would've glistened with fear...IF HE HAD ANY!" He roared as he continuously pounded the surrounding lockers. Undyne chortled. "Yeah!! I bet the little runt can't even see two feet in front of him!" Pj laughed. "HELLS YEAH! Wasn't there another guy that couldn't see in front of him without his dumb glasses?" He muttered to the rest of his gang. Undyne cocked her head to one side. Then shivered. "Wait...you mean Dust? No way! That guy is scary!" She shook. Pj gave her a glance. "Really? Wow! I never knew that tears of a crybaby frightened you." Pj laughed. Undyne grumbled. "You wouldn't want to come across him without his glasses on. I've seen him. He's like...a completely different person!" Undyne yelled. Pj snorted. "Well I wish he was around to come and scare me. CAUSE THAT WOULD BE LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE!" he roared with triumph. She grumbled then shivered. "Careful what you wish for punk..." she muttered under her breath as she noticed Dust walking down the corridor holding a huge pile of books. His small rounded glasses constantly having to be pressed up against his face. Pj smirked. "Watch and learn seafood" He grinned as he walked towards Dust, rolling his sleeves up whislt doing so. He pressed two hands up and gave Dust a rough shove causing him to collide into the corridor wall and collapse into the floor. All of Dust's books spilled out in front of him as Pj loomed over him laughing. "See?" He mocked as he grabbed Dust by the collar of his t-shirt and lifted him high into the air until they were face to face with each other. "He ain't nothing but a STUPID" he yelled as he punched Dust's ribcage. "LITTLE!" Pj roared as he threw him into the floor. "BABY!" Pj finished as he spat onto the downed skeleton. His gang slowly shivered as they all noticed that Dust's glasses were scattered onto the floor beside his books. Pj turned to them. "What the hell is wrong with you people?" He asked confused, not realising that Dust was slowly rising behind him, a shadow over his eyes. Pj's gang each lifted a shaking finger behind Pj. His eyes widened as his pupils shrunk. A bony hand was resting on his shoulder and he could feel the freezing tip of a blade poking at his neck.

 A bony hand was resting on his shoulder and he could feel the freezing tip of a blade poking at his neck

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His blood red eyes glinted with insanity. He whispered a threat that chilled Pj's spine. "If you touch me again, I will stick this blade so far in your vocal chords, you will be singing like a knife being scrapped against a brick wall in Shyren's music class." He whispered in a calm yet disturbing voice. He released his grip from Pj, picked up his books and gave Pj one last creepy glare before putting on his glasses and turned making his way down the corridor. Pj was still shaking on the spot. Undyne huffed. "Hate to say but....I told you so." She muttered. Then was suprised as she say Pj fall backwards before blacking out. Undyne grunted. "Baby...."

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