Y/n, a citizen of Ebbot, can't feel fear. Puzzled by the conditions y/n had, doctors gave up trying to find out what it was. She lived a life full of adventure through the city her whole life. Until the city was destroyed. Skeletons that looked like...
I'm baaaack~ Y/N p.o.v In other words, we where kicked from the party, and half the guards in the area where trying to keep everyone from turning everyone else into dusty bits. Not that anyone complained. Except maybe Nightmare. "ARE YOU FUCCING KIDDING ME!?! COME ON." Nightmare rubbed his temples, and inhaled slowly as we walked out the doors of the palace. "He was harassing y/n." killer politely objected. Error rolled his eyes. Nightmare exhaled harshly, "That didn't mean, you had to toss the guy, HALFWAY ACROSS THE ROOM." Nightmare said angrily. "Normally, I would be proud of such behavior, but free food, free resort, Jesus man." "Sorry." Killer mumbled. We hadn't let go of each others hand ever since the fight started. He squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back. "Gross." Error said noticing. "Get a room you guys." Dust said jokingly. I turned the color of a tomato. Killer did the same, except as a frozen blueberry. And Nightmare ignored everything. I yawned, "Yeah.. though I'm kind of disappointed we left Asie and the guard to clean up our mess." Everyone was silent for a moment, and I was almost afraid I said something wrong, until they all started chuckling. Evil chuckles. Eeevil. I loved these guys.
After chasing Lilith around the house for awhile (she had gotten out and was carrying the house keys in her mouth) we finally caught her and prayed the keys from her surprisingly strong jaws. After getting in, we all went to do our own thing. Me and Killer went to his room, and I nose dove into my backpack, landing upon the pillows I had left there. I heard Killer, "You never told me you had a huge ass inventory!" He said. I smiled, "Wanna check it out?" I say. He shifted, "I just jump in?" He asks. "Sure." I moved over on the pillows as killer lands with a soft foof. He looked around, "Wow. I didn't think it was possible for inventory's to be so...big." I shrugged, "bought it on Craigslist. Had a couple monsters in it." I said. Killer looked at me weirdly. I held my hands up in an apologetic gesture, "no no, not the monsters of your race, the surface monsters. Except these ones where mold demons. Weird, huh? The ones on the surface are more... wild." I say, looking around my bag. It was like a little pit, stuff aligning the walls and thirty huge ars pillows of the floor. I remembered something I used to do with this place. I got up, climbed the ladder, and halfway up there was a box to the right of it. I opened it, and whispered something to the little inhabitants I liked to call the minima lumina, Latin for tiny lights. They all looked up at me with huge glowing eyes, and started slowly drifting out, as if someone had startled hundreds of fireflies and put it in slow motion. I stared for a moment, clambered back down the ladder, and leapt off the last few steps, landing on my back besides Killer. You both stared, until Killer asked, "What are they?" "Minima Lumina. Remember when I told you about surface monsters? They abide by old ways, and most are still wild. Most have their own languages or even speak in riddles. It's a whole different culture. When I encountered them, the entire colony was out in the sun because some guys hacked down their tree. They where dying, so I offered my bag as shelter, and even when I offer better places for them to stay, they refuse to get out." I say, watching the twinkling lights. We where quiet for another moment, until I asked the minima lumina a question, "tu signa facere? obsecro?" Can you make the constellations? Please? (Just assume any foreign language I incorporate in this is Latin) They drifted for a few minutes, their sensory tentacles drifting around and behind them in slowed movements, until all was constellations and celestial images. "You have no idea how cool I think this is." Killer said. I smiled, sat up, and leaned on killers shoulder. Because I can. Killer tensed. "So... are...are we like... together now- "Shut up and watch the living faerie lights." I said. Killers shoulders sagged, and he relaxed. We stayed like this for what seemed like an hour, just enjoying each other's company. "But seriously, are we... together?" He asked. I blushed, knowing it was a serious question and that I couldn't dance around it anymore. "Hm... I guess so." I said, smiling.
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A/N Jesus, I practically had to breakdance around a possible lemon in the backpack scene. Romantic atmosphere. *smacks countertop* Secluded area. *smacks countertop* Possibly soundproof walls. *smacks countertop* About five feet of soft surface *smacks countertop violently* ....... NO. NO LEMONS. ONLY FLUFFY CRAP. ...................... .................... ................... .................. ................. ................ ............... ................. ................ ............... .............. ............. ............ ........... .......... ......... ........ ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. .
