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Also people actually read meh trash? I'm surprised.

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The red eyed skeleton dragged two bodies behind him on the cold stone street of Bloomtown, clicking his tongue in boredom. This was quite a normal scene to be seen in Bloomtown's early morning, when the air was crisp, and the sky was starting to light into a soft pink, even though the sun wasn't up yet.

A chilly wind blew past said skeleton's face, causing him to shiver. It was all he could do not to drop the unconscious monsters and book it back to the warmth and aridity of his home. But he couldn't do that. That'd be too selfish of him. Plus, he was hungry too. Like always.

Horror glanced up at the sky, where fluffy white clouds were strolling about, without a care in the world and tinted pink and orange in the lighting. Something small and white momentarily blocked his vision, and Horror slightly jolted in surprise.

He shook his skull, blinked a few times, and looked around him, confused. The sight that greeted him filled him with both delight and dread. Tiny snowflakes were dancing in the air, riding the icy wind, and slowly but surely joining together on the ground. Finally, the time had come.

It was snowing.

Oh, the joys! To Horror, the first time it snowed signaled the beginning of winter, and the end of autumn. It was a time meant for jolly laughter and play. Even though he was considered too old for the childish fun, he still subconsciously fell into jubilation's embrace.

For the rest of the way to his house, Horror skipped along, ignoring his fatigued limbs' silent complaints of pain. This wasn't exactly the type of pain he enjoyed, but that's alright! It was snowingggg~! 

He chuckled at his own childishness, and relished this moment. This moment where he could think straight, and his mind wasn't clogged with cobwebs. This was why he loved the cold. The more frigid, the better. Something about it's icy shots of hurt cleared everything up.

The skeleton kicked a pile of snow upwards, and it flew into the sky, like stars, and rained down once more. The flakes showered down on Horror, covering him with little white specks. Some even went into his skull. Surely he would have a brain freeze sometime soon. Strangely, he was excited for that. He hadn't had a brain freeze in years, and he was kind of curious about how it would feel.

He smiled wider in content, as the first spikes of imaginary icicles pierced his world of thought. It was relaxing. He glanced back at the tangle of limbs behind him, and licked his teeth at how delicious they both looked. You might be wondering how the heck a pile of bones could be anywhere close to good-tasting, but Horror'll have you know skeletons make for a great snack or desert.

They have a nice crunch to them, as if cooked to a perfect crisp, and are usually layered with a bit of butter-like sweetness. Not too sweet that you'd need to push everything down with water, but still there. Horror happened to have quite a sweet tooth, so he absolutely adored skeletons. 

Funny story, he actually craved it so much once that he tried to eat himself. It didn't really work out.

He arrived in front of the front porch of his house, not bothering to clean the bloody bodies before dragging them onto the chipped wood. The porch was already splattered with gore and marrow anyway. The bodies won't make a difference. 

He proceeded toward the dark, dirty door, across the splintered porch—crooked, rusting nails sticking out here and there. He turned the doorknob, which had long faded into a dull gray instead of the original golden, and stepped into his house.

"Home, sweet home," he muttered, closing and locking the door before making his way down to the dusty basement.

The old, rotting stairs creaked as he stepped on them, some even sinking into itself a bit. Horror felt around the rough, raw wall next to him, his fingers clawing around messily before finding the light switch and turning on the little lightbulb hanging on a thin string from the low ceiling.

The light was dull, and more yellow than white. It flickered on and off, giving the room an even creepier property. As if straight out of a horror movie. Pun unintended.

He propped the bleeding monsters on two of the few chairs placed randomly in the center of the room, and grabbed some rope from a dark, shadowed corner. The rope had strands of material sticking out, and were rough enough to leave red marks on Horror's hands just from holding them.

He tied the first rope around the bunny and the chair, pulling it so that it would be tighter. He made sure to wrap it around her stubby little arms as well, and fixed an intricate knot behind the barely polished birch chair. He then moved onto the skeleton, careful not to touch anywhere he wasn't supposed to touch as he tied it. Though it was pretty hard, with the outfit and all.

Horror looked around the basement as he absentmindedly created a bow with the left over rope, which was previously hanging loosely on the smaller's shoulder blade. Making bows was an odd habit his. You'd think a cannibalistic axe murderer wouldn't be into these stereotypical girly things.

He actually found bows rather interesting. How if you put two string-like materials together the right way, they'll make something completely new. Something so different from the original. To him, it was like magic. They also reminded him of intestines. He'd like to try to tie one into a bow someday.

He looked down at the complicated bow he had made. It was the new design he had come up with recently. Horror then realized where he had tied it.

Right over the other skeleton's face.

Whoops.

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It was nearly noon already.

The bored boy scanned the room with uninterested eyes. Everything was made out of either old, rotting wood, or dirty cobblestone. The only thing that wasn't too similar to everything else was thinking of what the blood splatters on the walls and floor looked like.

A duck, a banana, a chicken drumstick, Some eyeballs, a pickle—and oh look! This one looked like a  blood splatter! Come to think of it, a lot of them looked like blood splatters. Huh. Wonder why.

He sighed. His imagination was running out. And he couldn't go back to making bows with those nasty, rough ropes. The poor bean bounded to the chair in front of him already had bows on forehead, spine, ribs, all four limbs, and all over their skull. Horror's hands were bleeding from the calloused rope, and he really needed to stop. Maybe knocking them out for twelve hours wasn't exactly the best idea.

The basement lit up faintly, and the door opening could be heard coming from the top of the flight of stairs.

"Horror? Are you down here?" Papyrus, Horror's brother, called.

He skipped the last three squeaky steps and jumped to the basement floor, a hand gripping the bar attached to the wall.

"Sup?"

Papy visibly brightened at the sight of his bro, and even more when he saw the still unconscious monsters.

"You went out hunting again?"

"Yup. My favorite sport."

"We're totally eating the rabbit first. It has organs. I can't wait to make more spaghetti."

Paps was about turn to go, when Horror stopped him, adding a quick request for some of the intestines to be left for the bow. Papyrus laughed, before he nodded in consent and went upstairs.

Horror brought his attention back to the bodies, and after around three minutes, the bunny begin to stir. Perfect. She was who he was planning on 'preparing' first, anyway. She opened her bloodshot eyes, seemingly still droopy. She was about to try to go back to her slumber when she bolted upright, scanning the room with wide eyes as a frown creeped up her face, realizing she was in some random stranger's shady basement.

As the ball of fluff locked eyes with a very amused Horror, she automatically let out a bloodcurdling scream of fear. No, she didn't have any evidence that he was going to do anything with her, but you couldn't blame her. Horror himself, too, looked like he belonged in some horror movie. Specifically one about insane cannibal murderers.

Yup. The perfect combination to wake up to. A bloody skeleton holding an even more bloody axe, with a giant chunk of his skull missing and one crazed eye, staring right at her with a way too wide grin, in an old, dusty, even bloodier basement. Not to mention being strapped to a chair. Nope, not a kidnapping at all. Just the thing everyone wants to come to and find, that's all.

Her wail had disrupted the other captive's rest, and they were starting to shift. Things really couldn't get any better. Having a witness means double the reaction. The skeleton covered in bows sleepily opened his eyes, they're purple eyelights looking around the room as they yawned. They pulled they're hands up to stretch, only to find they couldn't move them at all.

They frowned in confusion, looking down and seeing they were tied to a chair. The smaller let out a yelp, and his skull shot up immediately, looking straight at an even more amused Horror.

They seemed to think for a bit, before, to Horror's disappointment, they lit up, staring at the cannibal with the same smug grin they had worn the first time he saw them.

"So. Planning to do stuff?~ There really is no other explanation for the situation the the lil' doll and I are in right now. At least, not that I can think of," They asked, they're smirk widening when they noticed the faint red dusting the other's cheekbones.

The bunny just looked at the two, not understanding what was happening. 

To be honest, Horror didn't know what was happening either. He was rather...shocked? uncertain? He wasn't sure. It had been a long time since he'd felt this way. Something other than his usual 'emotions'. And he didn't like it.

He wasn't used to being the one being toyed around with. No, he didn't like this at all. 

Yet this other skeleton didn't seem scared. Which was already annoying as it is. But it seems anything Horror does would just make the skimpy smaller think of things. He decided to just ignore them for now. Surely, after Horror was done with the rabbit, a bit of pain would inflict fear.

The frustrated skeleton turned to said rabbit, and looked at her hungrily. With a swift swipe, the rabbits head was off, and resting on the top of the oxidized surface of his axe. Her scream long gone, trapped in her bleeding, detached throat. He would have liked it to last longer. So he could hear the agonized screeches and desperate pleads for mercy the person knows won't be answered. Sadly, he had empty bellies to fill, and couldn't take his time.

Lucky him, the slut wasn't as without terror as he thought, so he got his screech anyways. Such a pleasing sound it was. How beautiful. It was quite the opposite of the silence that haunted him and followed him everywhere.

Sure, the silence was still there, it's shrill whispers never leaving his head, yet never touching where his ears were supposed to be. But the shriek blocked some of it out anyways. Though only for a moment. The 'music' soon died down into soft sniffles as the owner tried desperately to hide their certainly tear stained face in their fluffy neon blue hood.

He wanted more.

And he would have gotten more if his non-existent stomach hadn't started ruthlessly growling at him. The captive peeked at Horror timidly, and started giggling madly when they caught sight of Horror's disturbed expression.

The standing boy huffed, crossing his arms over his bloody chest playfully, and started untying the dead corpse besides them. His sharp claws fumbled with the rope, working away at it one loop at a time.

The other monster sat up as straight as possible and tried to peer over the taller skeleton's shoulder, staring curiously at his skilled fingers messing with the tight knot. A few seconds later, the knot was free and the chafed rope was slowly unraveling itself. Horror slung the headless body over a shoulder and hummed a soft tune his mother used to sing to him as a lullaby. The song's lyrics would scare any normal kid into countless sleepless nights. He was quite fond of that song. It was nice, bright, and happy.

He walked up the old staircase, his free hand swinging the decapitated head around cheerily, like a little six year old girl with her new doll, leaving the smaller stuck to a chair and covered in bows.

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Ehehehhehehe so little happened.

sOrRy—

Oh, and REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SENPAI (@__Purple_Fluffball__ ) NOTICED MEEEEEEE—

2,187 words is a lItTlE better than before, righhhhhht? Nu? Okie. Saddu.

Bai.

—Grace