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"What. The. Hell!?" Horror exclaimed, his stiffed hands opened wide in frustration while looking irritated on the other's eyes, the owner of the dog, who is a man wearing a large pink sweater and denim pants.
The other gave back an irritated expression with his other brow raised. "Hey, it's not my pet's fault that you released your phone from your hand." The other spoke, pulling his dog's leash to prevent Horror from abusing. "Who even said you had to throw it away? Huh?" He sneered, turning his heels and looking away. Before Horror could run to him, the other quickly pulled his pet's leash and ran away. Horror eventually catch up to him and pulled his shoulder aggressively. "I'm not done with you yet!" He spoke loudly.
"What else do you want!?" The other clenched his fist.
"Buy me a new phone." Horror crossed his arms and glared.
"And why should I?" The other crossed his arms too, his confidence was quite high.
"Your dog jumped on to me."
"You intentionally let go of your phone." Before he could turn once again, Horror pulled his shoulder to face him.
"I'm not going to stop until you take responsibility for your actions. I might even be able to kill you right now." Horror felt like punching the other guy but didn't seem to be the best way to settle the argument.
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you." The other replied confidently.
"You sound like a cop." Horror scoffed followed by a chuckle.
"My dad is."
Horror choked in his own saliva (oh come on this is fiction-). He was shocked to hear that but it wasn't enough to convince him. "I don't believe you."
"I'm calling him." The other reached for his phone inside his pocket and pulled it out. Before he could dial his father, Horror grasped his arm tightly, the other felt his soul, beat faster. The other's grasp was tight and strong, he felt nervous. It went on for seconds with their stares getting colder and colder 'til Horror aggressively pushed the other, letting go of his hand. The other guy almost fell, luckily he was able to be on balance and stood on his feet, glaring at the other.
"Fine, I'll go buy my own." Horror groaned and turned away. Leaving the other smirking and laughing to himself "As if I'd actually call him, coward."
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Killer barged into Horror's room in the hospital and saw Dust sitting peacefully with a newspaper on his hands and saw no one on the hospital bed. "Where is he?" Killer asked. "Dunno." Dust replied plainly.
"You don't know? What- Is this supposed to be some kind of joke to you?" Killer spoke, sounding irritated. Cross patiently and quietly stood behind Killer. "Your friend is missing, I called him and heard him get hit by a car and yet you sit your butt there and read news about Trump?" Killer's eyes widened. "Wow, what a great friend you are." Killer spoke sarcastically. Dust took a deep breath and closed the newspaper, then he threw it on the hospital bed.
"He went out to eat." Dust stood up and walked towards Killer. "Quit the sarcasm and let's just find him."
Killer scoffed but didn't want to argue any further so he followed Dust outside with Cross following him too. They were swiftly walking through the halls but weren't spitting any words. Cross was thinking about something else, wondering how to fix his situation with Dream earlier. When they all took a right turn, Killer almost bumped into Horror who's brows were furrowed with his hands shoved in his pockets, slouching. Killer stepped backwards, his eyes widened. "Where the hell were you!?" Killer exclaimed as he pulls Horror's shirt towards him. Horror dragged his hand to swept Killer's, he wasn't in the mood to shout back. "I was hungry. Should've came earlier when I called, now I can't even call anyone." Horror raised his voice and continued walking, leaving the three astounded, although Killer felt irritated. Killer scoffed multiple times and chuckled softly to himself, clenching his fist. "What's so damn important with your damn phone, huh?" He spoke loudly and confidently, scoffing at the end.
"Killer, don't. Make. A scene." Cross whispered, grasping Killer's hand.
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Highschool Of Chaos (ErrorInk)
FanfictionInk is broke, cranky, and would rather eat nails than make a deal with Rude Gross Man Error, his nemesis with a superiority complex and annoyingly good physique. But a sudden sparkling deal Rude Gross Man offers blinded him to be able to pay his ren...
