Comic Demon (Archive)

War

"Hey, Husk," I called, walking down to the lobby.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Why were you in my room?"

"Huh? I wasn't."

I laughed.

"Not just anybody would carry a deck of cards around, Husk!"

He tilted his head, looking for an explanation. I pulled out an ace of spades, the card that was left on the floor of my room.

"You're a curious kitty, aren't cha?" I said, balancing the card on the tip of my finger and smirking.

"What? N-no..." he said, looking away.

"Oh that reminds me... wanna see something cool?"

"I... guess?"

I was kinda upset with him, but I couldn't understand why. Nevertheless, I showed him what cool thing I was talking about. I morphed my hand into a gun and popped it off, then replaced the missing hand by growing a new one

"Look, my hand's a gun now." I said, pointing it at him.

"Does it work? Can you... use it?" Husk asked.

"I dunno. Maybe. Let me see."

"I wouldn't-" Angel Dust started.

I pointed it at him and pulled the trigger.

"Holy fuck, that's loud!"

I covered my ears, but it wouldn't stop them from ringing. I turned around.

"Husk? Are you okay?"

He was looking down at the ground with his head in his hands and wide eyes.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" I said, my voice filling with concern. I remorphed my hand and reattached it to my arm.

"I think he may be having a panic attack," Angel said, pressing a hand against his bullet wound. "He was in the Vietnam war. He's probably having war flashbacks."

I looked back at Husk. He was shaking now, and tears were running down his cheeks.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby."

I knew he probably wasn't listening, but I felt the need to apologize anyway. Angel smirked.

"You realize you've been calling him 'sweetie' and 'baby' this whole time, right?"

I gasped.

'Oh, no. Oh, fuck!'

"It's not like I-" I started.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. It's 'not like you like him'" he said, rolling his eyes. "Just admit it, toots. It's obvious."

"No! I don't like him! I never will!"

"Oh, yes you do! Yes you do."

"No I don't!"

"You have a wittle cwushi-wushi on your Husky baby boi!" He said, smirking.

"Shut up, Angel. I don't care anymore." I said, looking at Husk. "I wanna make sure he's okay."

Husk was silent for a few minutes before jerking his head up and looking around. He wiped his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Oh my gosh, Husk! You're okay!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him.

He turned red and looked away.

"U-uh, yeah," he said. "I'm fine."

"I'm sorry, Husk! I'm sorry!"

"It's... it's okay, kid. You didn't mean for this to happen."

Angel stared at us with a smile.

"You guys really would make a good couple," he said.

"Ehh!?" Husk and I exclaimed in unison.