horror's eye narrowed reading what dust showed him on the screen. ""they should all kiss?" is this some kinda joke, duststain?" he scoffed in disdain, tucking his hands into his pockets.
dust shook his head, a sarcastic roll of his eye lights accompanying it, "no, it's not a joke, crackhead. do you actually think i'd make some fake account just to message myself creepy shit like this? that's killer's style of joke."
the aforementioned skeleton blinked with his stupid fucking giant bug eyes when the attention shifted towards him. a tilt of his head was all the response dust and horror got.
no response but another blink from killer. sighs were shared between dust and horror, the latter leaned on the former's shoulder as dust blocked the sender and closed out of the message. white eye lights glanced up from beneath his hood when dust saw killer's shoes appear in front of him, and then killer's face too. there was no time to even look up before killer pulled him in for a kiss.
it was short and sweet, a little taste of affection that dust had grown very fond of. the only sign that killer had been even remotely near dust's face after pulling away was the purple on his cheekbones and a small droplet of determination staining the dusted bone. still, the small grin that dust wore showed his appreciation more than anything (the guy was a sucker for soft affection.)
horror yucked away the second killer made contact with dust. the disgusted skeleton stood off to the side, a grimace on his face at the vile sight of gentle, cutesy bullshit. killer and dust could be so gross sometimes... but he wasn't spared from a harsh yank at the collar and prolongued eye contact with the stupid fucking giant bug eyes,
"eh- hey! back off!!" horror's hand remained the only thing separating him and killer from touching. the poker face didn't budge at the blockade. killer just used his other hand.
horror tried to wriggle away, to dust's amusement, but it was of no use, "no- no!! killer-!"
in contrast to dust, horror's unfortunate encounter with killer was unsparingly rough. killer's tight grip, a bite on his bottom lip, and the bitter flavor of determination on his tongue left horror reeling when they pulled back. he stared death into killer's blank face and attempted to splice dust with some bones (the prick dodged, of course) for just how hard he was laughing.
"haha! come on horror, what's with the hand on your face? can't bear to be seen embarrassed?" dust taunted, teleporting to the side from another set of sharp bones. horror whipped his head away. he tried to rub the red flush off his cheeks, but the stupid magic wouldn't budge!! damn him and his stupid new eating habits that actually made his magic work again!
killer watched everything. dust's light laughter, horror's adorable fluster... something in killer's soul really liked seeing it.
these moments are nice... better than all the crimes and fighting.
please, you're just oh-so boring, sansy~ there's fun in this and that! hmm, didn't that message say "they" should kiss?
oh. right. "they" should kiss.
well, that only meant one thing. killer took a handful of matted fur and hooked a finger into ragged fabric. the click of bone against bone was almost as loud as dust and horror's shock when they were also now kissing. or something like it, it wasn't a very proper kiss. more like a child pressing his dolls into each other, muttering "mwah, mwah, mwah..."
horror pulled away from dust, "killer, stop saying that shit??"
"he's like a weird fan. next thing he's gonna say is that we're his "OTP" or whatever that means..." mumbled dust, who recomposed himself after the whole ordeal.
"... a fan has to please his fellow fans." killer looked to the side, staring at... something?? horror and dust didn't know. he was so weird with his meta-awareness bullshit.
"hopefully you got what you wanted, anonymous asker."
killer!! how the hell could you do this to us?! screeched horror stepping on killer's head very hard. well. what consisted of a head. they were curb stomping him. hahah.
i thought you loved mentally ill baddies. but you're canonically with THAT guy? color goes to therapy, killer. he's on his #recoveryarc. youre a fake mentally ill baddie lover and you lied to us this entire time. dust spit on the currently bleeding out killer, putting out his cigarette on killer's skull before lighting it again. actually you know what he just uses the lighter on him entirely
anyways killer like the loser he is is sobbing actual tears alongside all his determination blood. he manages to get out a im sorry im not a fake mentally ill baddie lover i swear i swear i love you guys with all of your shitty behavior towards me i wouldnt ever get into a healthy relationship
TOO BAD!!!!!!!!! horror breaks his back with his axe YOU ALREADY CHEATED FUCKER he then continues to slam the oversized weapon into killer's limp body, somehow breaking more bones how many bones does this guy have its almost a bit comical
and cheating's an unforgivable offense in the game of love, buddy dust says aurafully (like he always does) and then they continue to beat killer up and he sits there and takes it because he knows. he knows. he cheated on his babes he knows that he deserves this
guys uploading fics to ao3 is a hassle i'm just gonna dump this here so i dont have to deal with that!! anyways murder time trio go to a cat cafe or something and are as nice as they can ever be or something idk they should just hug already X3
"can you taste it with your eye or something?"
horror looked up from his drink (just plain warmed milk, he couldn't handle much more) he'd been boring holes into. killer looked back at him, his small snark left unanswered. in the quaint quiet of the cat cafe, few sitting in other booths and the sound of mews and meows around, horror almost found himself able to resist slapping killer's stare off his face.
he did resist. but he couldn't keep himself from insulting killer back.
"sure i'd taste it better with my eye better than you could ever taste your drink."
a distant chuckle came from the area designated to playing with the cats. horror scoffed at the sound. dust was listening into them, even as he'd left to go and play with the little cats. horror and killer were left to order drinks and relax. except horror couldn't bring himself to, and killer was just watching him as he pet a cat in his lap.
killer picked up on his tension. annoying observant, as always.
"i don't understand what you're so tense over."
horror scoffed, "being here with you two is enough..."
a smile smile graced killer's face, his rarely visible eye light locked onto the cat in his lap. right, right, killer always had a thing for cats. horror recalled... right? he couldn't remember, but he felt he was right.
"y'know, i'd rather not be here with either of you two as well. but i don't understand your resentment, not with the atmosphere we're in. you're seriously holding a grudge with a bunch of kitties around?"
horror stayed silent. he didn't wanna acknowledge killer's words. regardless of if he made a solid point, it was killer. killer, of all people.
... killer petting a cat in his lap, with a gentle look horror rarely saw from him. with his weird soul almost shaped like a heart, something horror knew was important from what he'd observed in his time travelling with the two.
dust, hanging around the cats' beds and playing with them so peacefully, as if he'd never hurt a single soul in his lifetime. as if he wasn't currently coated with layers of dead monsters, wearing the scarf of his dead brother.
horror closed his eyes, taking in the moment. the milk smelled... nice, at least. were some cats all it took to pacify the murderers he'd been hopping universes with?
... seems so. was horror just not a cat person? maybe that's why he couldn't relax.
for a few more moments, horror sat there, listening to the sounds of cats and smelling the faint sweetness of the milk. until he felt a push against his side, and horror opened his eyes to find the cat killer had been petting trying to cuddle up to him.
he almost groaned, but it was a cat. it hadn't done anything to deserve his perpetual frustration. so horror let it curl up against him, his hand finding its way to the cat's fuzzy belly and petting. horror thought cats we're supposed to be meaner than this, but oh well.
agh, killer was staring at him again, wasn't he? he was. with another smile on his face, bigger this time.
"what's your issue?"
"nothing," killer tilted his head, "it's just that you, all of a sudden, seem softer. i didn't think there was anything that could calm your temper."
horror narrowed his sockets. "so?"
"... it's a good look on you."
an audible sound of incredulous confusion left horror.
"heh?? excuse me?"
"what? did i say anything wrong? i thought compliments were meant to be nice."
"you don't mean any of your compliments."
killer rolled his eye light, his smile growing at that.
"you're right. but just this once, humor me."
... fine. since it was so nice right now, and this cat was really cuddly and soft, maybe he would. horror looked away from killer back down to the cat and the milk. maybe he would take a small sip now.
drinking the milk, the milk, despite being warm, cooled the remnants of anger in horror. it was rewarding to be able to drink properly now, with all the recovery he'd made. horror placed the cup down, and went back to petting the cat with satisfaction in his bones.
killer hummed at the sight, saying nothing else. dust came up to the booth with three cats clinging onto his clothes, a gentle grin on his face. killer silently took one from him as dust sat next to him, and the trio enjoyed a rare moment of peace.
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