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Ch 12: Which is More Mentally Unstable?

M.F.
The skeleton slammed his fists onto the table of weapons. Was it anger? Fear? Guilt? Whatever it was that he was feeling, he couldn't tell. "I don't know why you make the most horrible decisions in your life." Horror only stared down at his blades, looking at his reflection as if he were talking to himself. Then he waited for the other to regain their energy back. If anything, he knew that Lust didn't deserve any of his violence.

I.H.
"I don't agree. I know how I feel about you and I know who you really are. I don't regret staying with you." He smiled softly at the other, holding his bandaged stomach and wincing before pushing himself up.

He knew deep down that Horror was a good person, even if it didn't seem like it. He could feel it in how their souls synced together. Even if Horror didn't believe it.

M.F.
He sighed, trying his best to ignore the other's words. When he turned and saw that Lust was stable with his condition, he pretended as if nothing had ever happened at all. "Alright. So you can get up; let's go." Horror walked towards him and held his hand to wait for his answer.

I.H.
Lust looked at his hand then back up at Horror before reaching out to grab his hand. He gasped painfully as Horror pulled him up, stumbling into his arms. Horror had to hold him up as he almost collapsed, the pain in his wounds still very sore.

"S-Sorry.." He gasped as he fought back the tears of pain pricking in his sockets. His breaths came in small pants as he tried to calm himself and still the pain.

M.F.
"You can rest better in my room." Horror carefully picked him up bridal-style and used the last of his magic to teleport themselves to Horror's room. There, he gently placed the other onto the bed. Horror started to walk out, then he remembered the other monster's corpse. Without a word, he left Lust to rest and went to the door.

I.H.
Lust clung got onto Horror as he picked him up easily and carried him. He blushed lilac, thinking about how strong his partner was. He was lucky to find someone so strong to protect him.

Although sometimes he needed protecting from Horror himself..

He sighed as he was laid down on the bed, his breath coming a bit easier. He wanted Horror to stay with him, but he couldn't be so clingy all the time.

M.F.
Horror continued his work downstairs. He had honestly thought Lust would call him back. Though it was probably best that he didn't know.

After dissecting and configuring stuff out from the corpse, and with Horror making so much of a mess himself, he figured he should clean himself up. Because holy shit, he was bloody as hell. And blood was very hard to wash off. Of course, he thought of preparing some food first before he did so, separating one plate for his partner, if Lust even dared to eat it. The skeleton knocked at his door slowly.

I.H.
"Horror?" The little skeleton looked up as the other came in. His smile was so genuine that it made the other's soul ache. How Lust could still look at Horror that way after everything he had done to him was a mystery in itself.

M.F.
Horror silently stepped into the room, avoiding eye contact with Lust. His mood swings were changing rapidly to the point he didn't know what to feel. But once he laid eyes on the other, he felt like leaving Lust there, as if it were unsafe to approach.

"Who else would be here?" He crooned warmly, placing the plate on top of the sheets. It looked like they were both sick in the head.

I.H.
Lust sighed, holding Horror's hand is his when the other came closer. His eyelights were soft and gentle as he reached up to kiss him softly on the teeth.

"I'll always stay with you no matter what. I love you Horror.." He sighed before leaning back down on the bed. He continued to hold Horror's hand, as if he didn't want to let go.

M.F.
Dumbstruck, Horror tried to hide his face and gave no reaction to Lust. They were only lies, weren't they? So that he could act more friendly to the Lust? So that little by little, Lust could be safer from his violence?

But then, the smaller skeleton hadn't let go of him yet. His hand shook under Lust's. "I should go and change." His clothes, not his mentality, of course. Horror lowered his skull as he faced back to Lust, his smile still visible.