Outcast oneshot book.

Pixiedust (p.2)

Finally for the shippers, here is the second part to the first random PixieDust thing. I'm sorry it took so long to finally come out.

Again, I don't see it as a ship, it's mostly Cupid being annoying while Dust is internally screaming.

~Random question: If you could, who's clothes/outfit would you wear out of all the outcasts?~

Me personally, I would wear Coby's. :3

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Dust regretted every step he took up the pebble driveway. But it was all for his knife.. He had to get it back. Who knows what that creampuff did with it.

Dust finally made it to the porch of the massive mansion, it was pretty impressive he will admit.

With hesitation, he, after contemplating life for about ten minuets, finally rang the doorbell.

After a second or two, maybe five, a very tall metallic skeleton opened the door. He didn't seemed thrilled by the look of Dust.

"Name: Dusttale sans. Gender: male. Species: skeleton. Status: Threat..." The android pinned Dust down with his boot, a gun to his face.

"State your business here filth. I don't want to have blood spilled all over Creator's porch!"  Cyrus hisses.

Dust held his hands up in defence. "Hey, don't worry about it tin can. I'm not here to hurt anyone, I just want that puff ball to give me my knife back."

Cyrus lifts a brow. "Cupid? Why does he even have your knife in the first place?"

Wow.. This guy was bipolar..

Dust shrugs. "We were at a party with the AU's and sh*t, and he took it from me and left before I could get it back..."

"Understood. Get your knife and leave. We cannot have two murders in the house.. One is enough."  Cyrus' gun clicks back into a steel hand.

Dust groans as Cyrus steps off of him, leaving to enter the manor.

"Aren't you going to help me up?" Dust asks.

Cyrus sends him one last glare. "No. Kiss my digital, futuristic a**."

"Oh.. Lovely." Dust rolls his eyes and helps himself up, then enters the manor of weirdos.

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This place was huge.. There had to be at least over a thousand rooms! Where the f**k was the kitchen!?

Dust grit his teeth as he wonders the halls, this place was like a maze filled with dead ends.

Turning a corner, he found a fireplace room, velvet couches were around the room, so was many bookshelves.

A winged skeleton sat on one of the couches, facing the fire with something in their hand.

Was.. Was that Cupid? He looked really different from last time. What happened to him? Dust thinks.

Dust walks around one of the couches. The short skeleton on the couch gave him a deadly glare, ruby iris's filled with hate.

"What the f**k do you want?" He snaps, returning his phone to his pockets.

Dust shrugs. "Nice to see you too a**hole. Now where is my knife?"

The horned skeleton lifts a brow. "He f**k you talking about?"

"Cupid, don't play dumb. I don't know who shoved an edgy broom up your a**, but I'd like my knife back now." Dust hisses.

The horned skeleton hops off the couch, eyes burning like embers. "I am NOT Cupid! Get some damn glasses! I don't prance around wearing pink! F**kin dumba**." Lockheart stomps out of the room.