"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"
"This is boring. Why do you even watch this stuff??"
"Well, it isn't that bad. Besides, what else are we supposed to do?"
Killer, Horror and Dust were hanging out in one of the living rooms, one right next to a kitchen. Killer was watching some weird wrestling show or something, Dust being kind of into it and
Horror being less than interested.
They were using up their time like this because why? Nightmare was nowhere to be seen, and it was almost eleven thirty in the morning. He never sleeps in this late, and even Killer, the most oblivious person in the castle, was starting to get suspicious. Cross wasn't up yet either. Well, he
might be, but they haven't seen the guy at all today.
They all turned to the stairway when they finally heard the clacking of a pair of skeleton feet.
There was the boss and-wait. Is that Cross' jacket???
Despite the extra hours of supposed sleep, he looked pretty tired. He probably was, or else he'd be properly dressed and barking orders at the trio. Instead, he ignored them and walked straight into the kitchen, in an oversized pale yellow sweater none of them had ever seen before, super short black shorts and a white jacket that was a little too big for him around his shoulders. To everyone's surprise, he poured himself some cereal and trudged groggily back upstairs without a single word, or even a glance. Killer snickered as he proceeded to ignore the overlord's weird behaviour, and instead focused on his revealing attire with the combo of the favoured assassin's clothes around him, his dirty mind immediately thinking of the things that could've
happened between them.
Cross came walking in through one of the endless hallways seconds after Nightmare left, with his regular clothing on, minus the signature garment over his torso. He took a quick glance across the room and groaned. "You guys didn't happen to see my jacket anywhere, have you? I've somehow managed to loose the darn thing; I've been looking for it all morning." He asked,
checking in the kitchen to see if he stupidly left it there for whatever reason.
Horror grinned, Dust snickered under his breath, trying to resist the temptation to tell him where it is, and Killer looked like he was going to have a soul attack from holding in the painful laughter. "Snrrk-! You-pff-well, what have you been doing lately?" He asked, putting an
emphasis on the rather adult pun, making the duo across from him snort.
Cross stared at them for a moment then narrowed his eye sockets. "You hid it somewhere. Where is it?." They glanced at each other, before Horror said "Well, a certain goopy overlord
came down here wearing it earlier", smiling.
The assassin paled, then silently went upstairs, probably to go find him. The trio burst out in laughter.
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FanfictionSimply little stories I thought up of that don't have enough detail to become books of their own. Mostly consisting of funny bone man and his alternates If you want to use anything in this book as ideas(I would cry if someone did that) for a book of...
