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Shattered sat at his desk in silence, his tendrils curled up behind him as he sat back in his chair. He knew someone went into his quarters and he wasn’t too happy about it. He knew exactly who it was, but he wasn’t going to do any of that to Horror just yet. He wanted to make sure Horror’s guard was down. The corrupted skeleton smiled and let out a chuckle. Maybe to make things even worse, he’ll have Night watch him as he takes advantage of Horror. Shattered imagined what the scene would look like. Horror screaming and clawing at the ground while Night is chained to the wall, his expression just pure rage and horror. Shattered imagined it all. The thought of taking away another’s virginity really turned him on. He remembers the first time his brother was deflowered by Killer, and the screams he let out were music to his ears.
Horror was the only one in the castle who had yet to have sex, and Shattered wanted to be the one to rip away that last bit of innocence from him. He wanted to show Night that Horror was his to control. The fallen god knew that it would break Horror if he did take advantage of him. He could only imagine how easy it would be to push Horror around after, no more spunk or resistance from him, no more stubbornness, only an empty husk of what used to be. Oh, the thought made the goop over Shattered’s bones ripple in excitement. He couldn’t wait to break the skeleton even more. And Night, oh poor, helpless Night would be so rage filled, Shattered doesn’t think he body would be able to handle the amount of emotion in that tiny body.
Shattered hated the fact that Night was becoming more stubborn and resistant when he used to be such a good toy. Now he fought back, and it annoyed Shattered. He knew that Horror was the only reason for why Night acted this way. His only solution was to break Horror, and once Horror was no longer, Night would go back to being the same. His plan was perfect, he just had to wait for the right time.
“The hell you mean he went in boss’ room. Horror isn’t that stupid.” Cross stared at Dust in disbelief, Killer sat cross-legged on the bed next to him, also baffled at the news.
“I know and I asked him why, and he told me he couldn’t say.” Dust folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes. He had a right to know, it wasn’t like he was going to tell anyone.
“Ya ask me, I think it’s pretty little Night telling him what to do.” Killer hummed, propping his head up on his arm.
Cross scoffed at the idea. “So what, you’re saying he’s having Horror do his bidding? It’s pretty obvious he isn’t using Horror like that.”
“No, I mean since the little prince can’t leave the dungeon, but Horror can.”
“So why the hell would he go into boss’ room of all places? What does he have in there that the little shit could possibly want.” Dust grumbled, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, taking a drag out of the cancer stick.
“Damn Dust, didn’t know you were so jealous of Night.” Killer teased, wiggling his brows towards the hooded skeleton.
“I’m not.” Dust growled, taking another drag and exhaling it out. “I just wanna know what he possibly wants in there, because Horror wouldn’t just go in there if it was for some clothes or stupid shit like that.”
“There might be one thing.” Cross spoke up, bringing a hand to his chin. “I overheard Shattered and Blue talking a while back about apples.”
“...apples. Really?”
“No they were like– I dunno- magic apples.”
“Ooh yeah, I heard boss talking about those before.” Killer interjected. “Apparently they were from Night and Shattered’s past. All I know is that there are black and gold ones, and the black ones are what Shattered keeps in his room.”
“How the hell do you know all of this? You aren’t his right hand.” Dust raised a brow, curious at how the skeleton got this information.
“What can I say, I have my ways.” Killer grinned.
“It doesn’t matter how he knows it, what matters is that we should intervene before shit goes down.” Cross sighs, rubbing his temples. “We need to go talk to Night himself if we want any information.”
“We can just talk to Horror-”
“Better idea,” Dust interjected, holding his cig between his fingers. “One of us follows Horror into the cell. Not only would we be able to hear their conversations, but we can also see what the two of them do down there when they’re alone.”
“Are you stupid? Horror knows if someone follows him, you remember where he came from. His eyesight may not be the best but his senses are insane. He would know the moment you start to follow him. We also don’t want to risk pissing him off.” Cross folds his arms over his chest, huffing in amusement when he hears the groans from the other two skeletons.
Killer speaks up before Dust can say anything. “How about we go up to him and ask to go with him, or offer to take the food in his place.”
“Highly doubt he’ll let us do that.”
“Do what?”
The trio flinch as their attention turns to the large skeleton in the doorway, his red pupil watching them with interest. Horror stood in front of the three, a neutral expression on his face.
Dust narrows his eyes at their larger companion, taking a drag out of his cig and blowing the smoke out towards Horror. “How long have you been standing there?” The question came out as more of a demand, and Dust winced at the looks he received from the others. Right, he was supposed to be nice if they wanted to get information.
Horror either brushed off the tone, or didn’t pick up on it. He took a step into the room and the other three stiffened. What Horror lacked in magic, he made up for in physical strength. He could easily snap their spines like a glow stick and think nothing of it. Dust wasn’t sure if Horror heard anything or how much he heard, but the blank expression Horror had is what put him on edge. Horror’s voice broke them out of their little trance. “What do you want…?”
“What the hell were you doing in Shattered’s room?” Dust went straight to the point, not wanting to waste any time dancing around the question. He ignored the looks Cross and Killer gave him, he didn’t care.
Horror narrowed his eye at Dust. The smaller had already asked him before and he gave his answer. Horror glanced at the other two, slowly putting the pieces together in his broken mind. He concluded that Dust must have conversed with Cross and Killer and now they’re suspicious of him. He mentally face-palmed. He shouldn’t have admitted to going into Shattered’s room. “I already told you…I can’t say.”
“Bullshit.” Dust spat, putting out his cigarette and stepping closer to Horror. “We know damn well that you two are planning something that could cost you your lives. Now spit it out before I go tell boss that you were snooping around in his room.”