(I had the perfect idea of how to end this book in the shower. -w-)
"Wait wait wait- you what?" She asked Error, who was smiling after telling another story of killing an AU. "1 h1t 1nk w1th my str1ngs @nd h3 y3ll3d, n0t @g@1n!"
Right now they were eating dinner, C2 wanting nothing but a bag of chips, but Cross forcing her to eat more. "Question-" C2 said, really curious about how they 'knew her'. Before she could ask anything, Nightmare cut in, "Answer." She stared at him for a few seconds, before it clicked in her mind.
Knowing nothing about jokes, she nodded. "Okay, how do you even know about me?" horror froze, looking at Nightmare in his name (horror, k?). Nightmare sighed.
"Cross, just sum it up." He commanded, not wanting to really deal with this robot right now and all of her seriousness. She turned to Cross, who's eyes widened as he stared at C2 with desperation in his eyes.
He sighed, putting his fork down and leaning forward, putting his elbows on the table. "okay, so how we know you..." He started.
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After finishing the long explanation, with a few, "HEYS!" and "really?"'s from others after he insulted them.
C2, on the other hand, just sat there and listened intently, like she normally does to X...
How could she be... so alive? So full of emotions and this weird... angelic thing? How could this other girl they knew inflict so much damage but act like it was nothing?
But this was her...
"C2? You alright?" horror asked, looking to his old friend in worry. C2 looked down at her metal arms, hating them at the moment. "Qwen." She stated, looking up and meeting Horror's single eye light with a fierce gaze. Error stared at her with amazement.
"Just call me Qwen." She stated, looking down at her taco Cross made for her and sighing. "You have an attachment to this-" She raised her hands and put quotations around the word,"-Qwen, and I have some sort of feeling of trust and this weird familiarity to you guys, and assuming this weird story is true-"
Dust smiled at this.
"Then just call me Qwen, if it makes you feel better." She finished, getting happy looks from all around this unnecicarrily long table.
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"WAIT WAIT WAIT!" Killer screamed, getting the knife that C2-Qwen- picked up from her grip and put it back on the shelf. "You have knives, keep them!" He exclaimed, playfully glaring at her. "Oh? Does everyone have knives?" She asked, forming her knives in a second and cutting a little hole in the couch, to which Cross cringed at.
"@ctu@lly, 1 h@v3 str1ngs." Error stated, shrugging. Horror held up a blood-covered ax. "Ax-" He stated, smirking. Dust laughed and said, "I have bones." Nightmare's tentacles reached over the seat and poked Qwen's shoulder. "These are like knives, but a million times sharper." Nightmare stated.
Cross pulled out his bright red knife. "Mine is like 10x bigger, but sure." Qwen smiled at this.
Some tingling feeling came to her after the story was done, and she couldn't get it out of her chest, although it was an amazing feeling.
This very same feeling was making her want to laugh and hug these skeletons, go back to these stories and live it through, even though the pain will have to be there too.
(SORRY IT'S SHORT T-T)
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