{A NicePrincess Fanfiction} A Love That Couldnt Last

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The morning after was filled with awkward cuddles and giggles. Oswald was currently arguing with Nicey about the late night activities.

"Shut up you! I know I am NOT that perfect!"

"Bitch, your body is like God himself had you for a child! You know all too well you ARE perfect!"

Nicey was giggling at his attempts to persuade her into thinking she was pretty in anyway and failing horribly.
Oswald opened his mouth to retort with a smart ass comment when Grillby walked in, announcing breakfast.

The group ate quietly, feeling content with the absence of the past day. 

"...How was the pullout?"

Oswald froze mid-bite, leaving Nicey to choke on her sausage. Grillby rose a brow at their reactions, trying to process the situation.

".....the couch, you filthy minds."

Nicey giggled, watching Oswald sigh with relief as he realized he wasn't going to have to tell Grillby the details, or that they had fucked in his guestroom.

"A-Actually, Oswald slept next to me last night."

Grilled was quiet for a moment, before blushing furiously and bursting into tears with laughter. Once he regained his composer, he gave Oswald a Sly smile

"... Looks like Oswald Jr. has come out of retirement, ey? "

Oswald's face planted the table at Grillby's joke, making Nicey giggle before joining in on the fun.

"If you must know, he's anything but jr, I'll tell you that much. "

Grillby and Nicey shared laughter while Oswald stormed off, a wave of blush burning his face. His ears fell back against his head as he pouted until he reached the guest room, leaving Nicey and Grillby to chat and spill the tea. It was funny, really. Almost like they've been friends since forever.

***

The three of them stayed with Grillby most of the day, making jokes and happily sharing details of their teenage years and experiences. Oswald, and Nicey waved and hugged their goodbyes to him and started walking home around noon, leaving behind new, pleasant memories. They were still chatting happily, playfully bumping into each other and making snarky remarks as they strolled down the road. However, it didn't take long for the bright demeanor around them to suddenly vanish like a broken light. All it took, was a honk...and the sound of a very familiar,  ear piercingly high pitched voice.

"Hey, whooooore!"

Nicey gave a sigh of annoyance, looking down and avoiding Fannys eyes. The car slowed to a near hault, staying next to the two until they reached the end of the block. A consistent haul of threats, snarky remarks and insults seemed to be never ending, as if the slim rabbit next to them was made of not flesh and bone, but of narcissism and hate. Time after time, without either of them saying anything, Fanny somehow managed to keep this one sided 'conversation' going. 
When Fanny was ignored for the 8th time, she finally groaned out of pure annoyance.

"Oh my god, Oswald! I'm finally trying to be blunt here, and you still won't listen! Here, I'll give it to you short, you can stay next to this ugly, dog smelling peasant who can't even take a few insults. Or, you can get in the god damn car and come home with a girl like me, who's seen hell and survived."

Nicely stopped for a moment, causing Fanny to, finally, pull over safely. Oswald turned back to her, seeing the overwhelming anger and frustration  that seemed to envelop her mind.

Nicely felt a rage like none other full her. Seen hell? Bitch, Fanny cried over a fucking broken nail. How would she know what hell felt like?!
Nicey bit her tongue, taking deep breaths in an attempt to not turn into the monster she knew she could.

Oswald, however, had had enough. He marched over to Fanny's car, making her smile in satisfaction. However, when Oswald practically ripped the door to the car off, her smile vanished into a look of anguish.
He grabbed her by the ears and dragged her out of the car, kicking and screaming for him to let go. He was having none of it, kicking the side of her head with brute force before lifting her to meet his blackened gaze.

"For the last time, I don't give two shits about your 'sob story'. Go back to whatever hell you crawled out of, before I call Brute and tell him to come pick up his plaything."

Fanny froze, tears streaming her cheeks, her pupils fallen to slits. Her whole body shook with anxiety.

Oswald sighed, throwing her against the wheel of her car before stepping back into the sidewalk and waiting for Nicey.

Nicey stared at him in disbelief.
He'd always given the impression of a gentle soul, no matter the circumstances.

His words and threats went beyond what she'd ever expected from him... She was almost scared.

Nicey swallowed hard before taking his arm and walking beside him. Oswald was still tense with frustration, but took a few deep breaths and made no mention of it.

The two continued walking, leaving Fanny to hug her knees in an attempt calm herself.
Nicey looked back, viewing her most fragile state. She looked like a small child from where she stood, shaking violently, her face hidden behind her arms as they wrapped themselves around her head in an attempt to shield herself from a no longer existing threat.

The two turned a corner, hiding her from sight.

***

The two walked into the house, having stayed in an awkward silence...

Nicely had never seen Oswald in such a violent state.
However, she was all to familiar with the way Fanny looked.

She stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom, the rest of the house sleeping, still. The air around her was thick and heavy, leaving her trouble in her attemoted to calm her breathing. Her eyes flashed a near blood red, as if lighting had suddenly formed behind her pupils. She gasped from the sudden sight, feeling a rush of terror.

Her mind felt like a vortex of thoughts that seemingly weren't hers, her morals and strengths seeming to be thrown out of her head, being replaced by a vicious darkness. It nearly consumed her whole, choking the air from her lungs as her skin nearly melted away into a liquid void.

And, just as fast as it had appeared to her, it was gone, leaving her coughing and gasping for air. She felt strangled, every breath feeling like a knife being dragged across her neck. She didn't dare look back in the mirror before she slumoed against the wall, hugging herself just as Fanny had done.

"Please, no more..." She begged under her breath as ink bled its way out of her arms and legs, clotting in her throat.

Instead if screaming in pain, or fighting back nausea, she let her head fall back against the wall as she cried silently.

She was running out of time.