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Chapter 2: Frightening encounters with a crazy brother, day 2

Like any other morning, she was in the kitchen, wondering what she needed to do today. She was still sleepy, trying to get some energy by drinking some black coffee. Usually, Riggs was there with her, but he was nowhere to be found. Probably either with Ashley or doing something for Whip. For her own sanity, she hoped Riggs was just working.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone sit next to her. For a second, she expected that to be Riggs, maybe after sleeping in, coming to join her for breakfast, but one single glance to her side made it clear that that was not the case at all.

There, instead of Riggs, was Riffle, who seemed to be grinning at her, as he had brought some breakfast and was planning to eat. She wasn't sure what made him think eating with her was a good idea, but it wasn't.

She was not in the mood for a fight, that's why she simply rolled her eyes, before returning to her cup of coffee, hoping that he wouldn't try to start a conversation with her.

Thankfully, her hopes were fulfilled, as he silently ate his meal, not even bothering to look at her, as she simply dark her cup of coffee. This wasn't the first time that he did something like this.

He would just come over to her, with a grin on his face, and would eat or do something else, but would never say anything to her. After he would be done, he would stare at her for maybe half an hour, sometimes an hour, before getting up and heading to do whatever he needed to do. If she would leave before he leaves, he would say goodbye to her, before getting up and head off himself.

It was... uncomfortable. Especially when he would stare at her. She tried to tell him to knock it off a few times, but he said that when she would stop teasing his brother, he would stop staring at her.

She wasn't surprised that he was doing this because of his brother, but something... or more, something made her... well, made her think that it might be a little bit different?

She wasn't sure why, but whenever he would look at her, the intense gaze, that wouldn't leave her body for even a second, would always make her even more uncomfortable. 

If she didn't know better, she would say that he was staring at her as Riggs stares at Ashley whenever she wouldn't talk to him, or when she would mistreat him. 

"You know Riffle, My clothes won't disappear off my body if you just keep staring" (Y/n) said, laughing a little bit when he seemed to almost choking on the bite that he was eating. 

It took him a second before he managed to catch his breath. A light blueish hue had been covering his face, as she covered her mouth with her hand to try and hide the laugh she was keeping inside.

"G-geez (Y/n). Don't say things like that to a guy, not while he's eating" He said, letting out a weak chuckle, but it was clear that he was a little bit shaken up.

"Oh, I'm just saying. I mean, with how much you stare at me, whenever you are close, I just thought you might have forgotten that" (Y/n) was feeling... in a teasing mood today. She wasn't sure why, but teasing Riffle was... fun.

"Eheh... Yep, t-thanks for reminding me?" He said, clearly uncomfortable. She couldn't exactly lie, she was feeling a little bit bad about this, but decided to say absolutely nothing about it.

"Come on, Riffle. I'm just teasing you. You know that I mean nothing by it" She said, almost placing a hand on his shoulder, before stopping herself.

What was she doing? Was she honestly acting so friendly with someone that wasn't Riggs? Was she honestly laughing, teasing, and enjoying herself while Riggs wasn't here?

She knew that she wasn't part of Riggs life, not as an important part of it, at least, but why did it feel like she was betraying him? Why couldn't she just... open herself up to someone else?

Was it because Riffle was an alternative version of Riggs? Was that why she was feeling like she was betraying him?... But why should she feel like this? If he could betray her so easily, why should she not replace him with someone else?

She looked back at her half-empty cup of coffee, that was now cold... Yeah, even if she wanted to betray him and replace him, she couldn't. He really had her wrapped around his finger, hadn't he?

"..." Riffle didn't say anything, looking at her, a worried look on his face. Did he pity her? She was pretty pitiable, wasn't she? Wasn't he the only guy that actually tried to talk with her? Act like a friend?

"Hey Riffle?" That seemed to get Riffle's attention, as he nodded, looking at her and only her. "Am I attractive?" That question seemed to bring the same cute blush on Riffle's face, as he seemed to be unsure of how to answer.

"I mean... O-of course! But well, um... Man, I... I-" Before he could continue, she let out a laugh, shaking her head "Riffle, I'm not trying to ask if you are interested in me or not. I mean physically... I kinda like someone, ya know?"

She said, surprising Riffle, even herself. She had never told this to anyone. Not even herself. She had never actually fully admitted this and was she honestly going to admit this to Riffle?

The answer was, of course not. But you see, she already started, so she needed to get out of this without actually saying anything, or leaving any place for him to fantasize and figure the answer out. 

He was not stupid, so if she didn't play it right, she might just mess this up, and honestly, she couldn't have that happen to her, not right now, or later on. She needed this to stay as a secret.

He seemed to look at her, interested in her answer. Well, the only way to go about this is the flirty way, right? Besides, she wasn't going to really do anything too bad.

She moved closer to him, moving her hands over to him, pulling his tie out from his suit, gently pulling him closer to her "Someone very handsome, very kind. You think he would like me?~" she purred a little bit, getting so close to him, almost feeling his breath on her.

She thought that was going to be enough to scare him. She thought that he would try to push her away, or say that he wasn't interested, but instead, he wrapped one of his bigger hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him, almost sitting on his lap...

The one who got scared was her, not thinking that he would actually be inching closer to her for a kiss. When their faces brush together, was when she realized that maybe she messed up.

She gently pushed him away from her, looking nervous, as he looked confused at her, the blush from before gone completely. She let out a weak laugh, before ripping the hand that he had around her off.

"Ehehe, I was just joking Riffle! Come on, I thought you knew, eheh... um, I... I got some stuff I need to do... I'll see you later riffle..." She said, hoping that he would play along with her, but he had an annoyed look on his face, as he said.

"You sure you can't postpone that?" What? Alright, that was not the answer she was looking for. What was he trying to say? Now, being all alone in the kitchen with him felt a little bit uncomfortable...

He stood up from where he was sitting, walking over to her, pulling her closer to him, caressing her cheek with one of his hands. "I promise you won't regret it if you do..."

He was coming so close to her, their faces almost touching, but this time, she couldn't break from his grip, as he was tightly holding her in place.

She never thought she would ever say that, but when she heard Dreary's loud voice, she was never as glad to hear it... The appearance of someone else in the kitchen stunned Riffle long enough for her to slip away from his hands.

"I-I Didn't See Anything, I-I swear!" Dreary said, his voice shaky when she started to go towards him, but when she didn't stop near him, he seemed to be a little bit confused.

She was so glad that Riffle didn't follow her, but the annoyed look on his face didn't disappear... She wasn't sure what happened, but she will keep away from Riffle for the time being, just in case...

While she was walking, without really looking where she was going, she accidentally bumped into someone else. When she looked at who It was... Slate. 

Her worried expression turned into an annoyed one, same with Slate, as he looked at her. You see, Slate was a two-faced asshole, but his personality always stayed cheerful and friendly around everyone. Expect her, of course. 

"Slate, I see that you are still as trashy as always, getting in the way of everyone," She said, a smirk on her face, as he rolled his eyes at her childish insult.

"And I can see that you are still as immature as always." He said, making her laugh. It seemed that both of them weren't really good at insults, but it didn't matter.

"Why were you hurrying off like that?" Slate asked, the look of annoyance on his face still present, but he also looked a little bit worried. Or maybe curious?

"Wouldn't you like to know? Stop annoying me and get out of my way" She said, pushing him away from her path, before heading towards her room.

She felt Slate's eyes on her back, but she didn't look back, not wanting to stay there or talk about what happened for any longer. She just wanted to get out as soon as possible and do something to get her mind off this.

~~~RIFFLE'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

Riffle wasn't sure what had happened at that moment, but he felt like it was.. right? He wasn't stupid, he understood that she was just playing with him, but she had been teasing him and so many others for so long, and never got scared before, so he wanted to do something to scare her and maybe make her stop.

But... but when she was so close, him having her in his arms, her losing that confidence of hers, leaving all the power for him, he felt something, something he didn't like.

When she pushed him away, he didn't like that even more. He planned to let her go. To just scare her a little bit, but the thought of her going somewhere, to someone else angered him.

At this moment she made him feel something he didn't like. Something he never liked to feel. He felt completely unreasonable. He knew that she was teasing him, but he was acting like she was serious. He knew that she was not going to go to anyone else, but the thought that the possibility was there angered him.

He wanted to follow her, but the way Dreary was looking at him... That look of disappointment and even a warning made his return to his senses and realize that he took his teasing a little bit too far.

He wasn't sure what to blame. Was it because Ashley had been so cold to him, so getting someone to be so close to him woke something inside of him? Was it the sweet yet bitter smell of alcohol and cigarettes that was coming off (y/n) affecting him? Or maybe it was the warmth she was imitating? Or maybe even the soft body of hers, that felt perfect in his arms?

The fact that he had so many reasons why she might have made him feel like this scared him more than he could describe. The fact that he could think about so many reasons why he acted the way he acted really frightened him.

Maybe, for the safety of them both, he should avoid her. Besides, he was sure that Dreary will keep an eye on her for the time being and tell Grim if something happens...

It was funny how she underestimated Dreary. It was like she was the only one who didn't know what Dreary was capable of. The only one who dared to treat him so badly.

Why was he interested in her now? Now that he paid attention to it, he could smell a faint smell of (Y/n) on Dreary. Was it because of that? Was she teasing him too? 

He wasn't sure why he did what he did, but he didn't regret it. "She doesn't like you, you know that?" Riffle said as he walked out of the room, not waiting for Dreary to say anything to him.

He needed to drink. A lot. 

~~~DREARY'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

Dreary wasn't sure why but he was worried about (Y/n). He had been thinking about her a lot, and he could sense that something was wrong with her the day before.

Dreary wasn't sure where she was, but he had hoped that maybe he could find her in the kitchen. Thankfully, he had arrived at the kitchen at the right time, because he was afraid if he took even a second later to arrive there.

The scene in the kitchen was horrific. You see, if (y/n) didn't look so.. so scared, and she wouldn't be struggling to get out of his grip, that would seem like an embarrassing yet cute scene. 

Dreary was glad that because of him she could get out of the problem. She simply ran off, and he just stared at her, until he saw that she was off somewhere. After that, his gaze returned back to Riffle.

Dreary honestly couldn't understand what Riffle was thinking. Why was he even doing this? Didn't he like Ashley? Like most of them? So why was he... why was he touching her in such a way?

He wasn't sure why, but he really didn't like that. It was probably because of how uncomfortable she looked... Or maybe, just maybe, there was another reason for that?

He didn't want to think about it. All he knew was that he liked Ashley a lot and that he was worried about miss (Y/n) and how she was holding out right now.

The thing that Riffle said really confused him, but also... angered him. Dreary knew himself that Miss (y/n) didn't exactly like him that much, there was no reason to be mean and remind him!

Something though told him that Riffle meant it in a different kind of like, and that didn't sit well with Dreary even more.

~~~SLATE'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

He hated (Y/n) and she hated him. Their relationship was easy and there was nothing hidden there. She was the only one who saw through his facade and that's why she is someone he hates. But you see, there is one little problem. She is HIS enemy. His nemesis. He would go even as far as saying, his archnemesis. Only he was allowed to make her seem worried, scared, or angry. No one else should have that privilege and he was jealous that someone managed to make her feel so uneasy...

It wasn't weird that he felt like that. He knew that much, and if anyone else would tell him otherwise, he wouldn't believe them. He knew that what he felt was okay, and no one could change his mind.

When she pushed him away the way she did, he felt like he wanted to rip apart whoever did this. Who dared to take the satisfaction of hurting her from him? 

He wanted to follow her, and keep pressuring her, but decided against it. Something felt... wrong about this time. Something felt like something actually serious happened, and that he should probably leave her.

He hated not being able to do anything. If she keeps being like this, breaking her will not be fun. He needed to find a way to make her feel better, but he... he didn't know what he could do that.

Well, he wasn't her friend, no one here outside of Riggs really was, so he would better leave her alone. She'll be fine tomorrow, he was sure, and for that, he would probably just relax for now, without worrying about her.

...Still, maybe picking up one of her jobs and giving her the night off would make her feel better? Yeah, he'll do that. He had tonight free, either way, so yeah, that seemed... good enough.

Wasn't he just the best archnemesis? She better appreciates him a lot, and next time tell him what was wrong, so he could worry less about her, and deal with the problem sooner. Not like he is worried about her. A lot.

***DAY TIME***

Currently, she was outside in the garden, relaxing a little bit and trying to catch her breath, to try and understand what had happened just a few hours ago. 

Why did Riffle do what he did? She knew he didn't like her, he had Ashley so that was out of the question, so why? Was it... because she was teasing his brother so much? But didn't he take it a little bit too far?

This was hurting her head. Honestly, why did it have to be him that did this? Couldn't it have been someone else? Maybe someone that she didn't consider an almost friend?

... Okay, ignore that thought. She did not just think like that about Riffle. He is not her friend and he will never be her friend. She will keep telling that to herself for as long as she would need to because that's just the fucking truth.

Not after what he did, of course. Oh well, it didn't matter. "Miss Salems? What Are You Doing Here?" Asked the loud voice of Rose, making her jump up from her seat, to look behind her to see if Riffle was there too.

She seemed to relax back again when she saw that Riffle wasn't there, and only Rose was there... Wait, Rose wasn't the only person there. Slim seemed to be there too, as he didn't even look at her.

Wonderful, why did she have to encounter this pair? It was weird to say, but both of them were friends? It was weird to really explain, but Rose always dragged Slim around whenever he would get a chance, always saying that the guy needed to befriend more people.

"... Nothing much. Just thought of relaxing a little bit. I'll go away" She said, getting up from her seat, before being stopped when Rose pushed her back down on the seat. Were both of Rose and Riffle so aggressive?

"Nonsense! Please Stay Miss Salems!" He said as he dragged Slim to a seat that was in front of her own, so now both of them were watching her. Or well, Rose was. Slim was looking at his feet.

"..." She stayed quiet, feeling like it would be best if she went away. But she liked the quietness of this place. Besides, going back into the mansion gave her more chances to see Riffle.

Rose seemed to stare at her... He had the tendency of staring at her a lot, and she didn't like it all that much. At least Slim was quiet and didn't look at her.

"... Are You Alright Miss Salems?" He asked, as she looked confused at him, as he elaborated on his question "I Mean Miss Salems! You Usually Would Be Teasing Me By Now Or Going Away... So, Is Everything Alright?"

He was completely right. She almost asked if he missed her teasing him, but stopped herself. Seemed that what Riffle did was making her tease Rose less now...

"Don't worry Rose, everything's fine. Thank you for worrying, that's very kind of you" She said, not looking at him, but to the side, not really wanting to think about much anymore.

That made him get up from his seat, a look of worry on his face, as he walked over to her, placing his gloved hand on her forehead. She was startled by him coming closer to her, but she didn't do anything to move him away, smiling a little bit.

"Do You Have A Fever Miss Salems?! Something Must Be Very Bad If You Are Being So Polite! Slim, Call Doctor Alphys, She Needs Immediate Help!" Rose said worried, as Slim slowly got up from his seat.

A sudden laugh escaped from her, making both of them stare at her. "Oh, this is good! I'm fine, honestly!" She said, pushing Rose's hand away from her, as she got up from her seat.

"I didn't know you missed me teasing you, Rosie~," She said, taking his gloved hand, and placing a kiss on it. That reaction of hers seemed to relax him, be it embarrass him too.

"I'm glad You Are Okay, But This Is Very Inappropriate!" Rose said, but he didn't sound that angry about this. She really needed to stop dwelling about what happened and keep going, as she was worrying people?

...The thought was foreign for her, but she liked it. Not that she would worry people without a reason, but she liked it when people worried about her.

She started to walk back to the path that leads to the mansion, as she chuckled a little bit, shaking her head, "If you want me to believe that you didn't like it, maybe stop looking so happy, Rosie?" And with that, she was gone.

~~~ROSE'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

Rose noticed that something was wrong from the moment that he saw her face. She looked so... distraught. So in thought, like something major happened and she was trying to figure out what she had to do.

Was she worried about Riggs again? The poor girl clearly had some unrequited love for the skeleton and he didn't even realize that. He still doesn't realize that. Rose can't help but pity her and her feelings.

He wasn't sure what to do to make her feel better. If he knew, he would already be doing it, but there honestly was nothing that he could do. Nothing that he thought he could do by himself.

The only thing he knew to do was to try and make her smile, to make her laugh. That seemed to have worked. He knew that she wasn't feeling better, but at least she looked her usual self now...

He wished he could have helped her more, but she had a barrier up and no matter how much he wanted to get to her, he wouldn't be able to do that. He knew that much. He just hoped that she would let someone else inside, so she would tell them about how she's feeling, and maybe start feeling better.

He wasn't sure if he could really handle seeing her being so off from her usual self... 

~~~SLIM'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

Slate told Slim that (y/n) seemed off, so Slim wasn't surprised when he saw that she was off. But she was really acting weirdly. He wasn't sure what he could do to make her feel better, so he didn't do anything.

He was worried about her. He wanted to do something to make her return to her usual self, even acting aggressively with him would be good enough for him, but he knew he couldn't do anything like that.

Slim felt jealous of Rose. How the guy could walk over to her without a fear and act this friendly with her, and her just playfully pushing him away... If Slim did this, he would never come out of the situation with his hand...

He hoped one day he would manage to reach that level with her too... 

***EVENING TIME***

(Y/n) was slowly walking through the mansion halls, thinking about some work she needed to finish tonight, feeling like it was going to take all of her night away... She would probably need to sleep in the morning, and she hated that.

The morning was the only time she could sometimes spend with Riggs and if she would have that time taken away from her... Well, she couldn't really spend the rest of the day in a good mood. Besides, after what had happened this morning, she really needed to spend some time with someone she liked.

She was taken out of her thoughts by the loud voice of Casanova. Who was Casanova? Well, don't let the name fool you. He has no charm at all, and a dirty sock has a bigger chance of getting someone to like it than Casanova.

He was an overgrown child who always ordered everyone around and would start a tantrum if someone wouldn't do something he didn't want. and because of her wonderful luck, Casanova seemed to have started to 'like' her enough to give her a lot of work to do instead of him... lucky her, she always says sarcastically.

"(Y/N), MY UNDERLING, I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU. COME HERE!" Casanova said, with a proud smile on his face. She could easily not even humor him, but for some reason, she always did...

"Yeah, sure... whatever..." She said, letting out an annoyed sigh, but he seemed to not notice as he walked over to her, contradicting what he was asking of her.

"I HAVE ORDERED A GIFT FOR MY DEAR SUNFLOWER. I DEMAND THAT YOU GO AND PICK IT UP" She stared at him, not really believing what he had just asked her to do.

Did he seriously just ask her to go and pick up a gift for his 'girlfriend'? She kidnapped the woman, she did her job. Why did she need to go and do something like this now? 

Well, whatever. Not like she cared too much. But would she be able to come back in time for her job? If she would be late, she'll cut off his arm, alright?

When she was about to accept the job, she was interrupted by another voice, which was much more soothing, and calm. The voice of Mal. Who was Mal? Well, he was the complete opposite of Casanova.

A charismatic and serious skeleton, who always put work before anything else. He put work even before his love life with Ashley and was one of the skeletons that seemed to understand that their work is more important. He reminded her of a smaller version of Whip and she respected him for that.

"Do you have no shame, Casanova?" Mal said, his tone clearly full of disappointment "I believed you were smarter than to interrupt dear Miss Salems right before her work. Do you wish for her to get in trouble?" Mal said, staring at Casanova, as the guy glared at Mal.

Well, that was true, but she had no time to argue here. If she was going to be late because of this fight, she was still going to get in trouble, so it didn't matter too much.

"DON'T GET INVOLVED, YOU PEST! COME ON, MY UNDERLING. WE MUSTN'T WASTE OUR TIME WITH TRASH LIKE HIM" Casanova said, as he stared at her, but Mal wasn't done.

"Don't talk to me like that, Casanova. Nor talk like that to Miss Salems. Madam Ashley is your lover, meaning that if you love her, you must do this yourself. Miss Salems doesn't need to get involved with this" Mal said, taking a step closer to (Y/n), as he added "Am I right, Miss Salems?"

Before she could reply, Casanova interrupted "YOU ARE NOT RIGHT!" Him taking a step closer to her, as he continued "UNDERLING, I DEMAND THAT YOU STOP TALKING WITH THAT PEST, AND GO PICK THE PACKAGE"

What interrupted this fight was the voice of Whip, startling both Mal and Casanova, as neither of them had the bravery to speak against him, not right now at least.

"Are you annoying (Y/n), Casanova? I thought I already said what is going to happen if you keep doing that..." He said, his tone angry, yet still holding that elegance he always had. 

"(Y/n), I wanted to tell you that Slate shall take your place tonight. You are free to relax today" She was a little bit confused why that was the case, but she simply nodded, before starting to walk away, leaving Whip to deal with Mal and Casanova.

~~~CASANOVA'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

(y/n) was a very important asset for him, that was just the truth. She was much more useful for him that Rus was ever. The guy has so much talent, yet he never does anything with it. Meanwhile (Y/n) had almost no talent, but at least she could do her job right. 

Right now, he was annoyed that she disappeared before he could really give her the job that he wanted to give her, but he knew that if he caused another scene, he would really lose his eye... He didn't want to end up like Toots...

Well, it looked like he needed to go and force Rus to actually do this... This was going to be annoying. Why did someone as great as him need to do so much to get good followers?

~~~MAL'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

At first, Mal wasn't sure how to feel about Miss Salems, but eventually, she just grew on him. She seemed to be someone that would be useful if he had close to him. 

She was good friends with Riggs and she was dotted on by the don of this world, Whip. It seemed the smartest to keep her near him and be on her good side.

But why was it always so hard? No matter what he did, she looked bored or tired whenever she would interact with him. She just never showed the same excitement to interact with him as he showed.

He wanted to show his frustrations and yell at how ungrateful she was, but today yet again proved to him that Whip dotted on her way too much and if he would really do something like that... He would lose his life in the blink of an eye...

Seems like he would need to keep his facade up for a little bit longer before he can become closer to her, make her trust him, and use her however he wanted...

~~~WHIP'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

Whip wasn't surprised when Slate came to his office and said that he will take (y/n)'s job, giving her a free day off. Slate did that often. Whip still couldn't understand what her relationship with him was... Slate and (Y/n) says they hate one another, but Slate always tries to make her life as easy and perfect as possible. If he didn't know better, he would say that Slate liked (Y/n) but was in denial about that.

A sigh escaped from him. It looked like Casanova and Mal were annoying (Y/n) again. It didn't surprise him how fast she disappeared from the scene when he arrived. He couldn't understand how she could deal with those two without breaking on them.

***NIGHT TIME***

With her night off, (Y/n) was ready to turn in bed sooner than usual. She knew that her chances of catching Riggs would be almost zero, she might as well go to bed sooner, so she could wake up early in the morning.

She was about to start taking off her suit but was stopped when a knock on her door snapped her out of her action. For some reason, she thought that maybe Riggs was outside of the door, so with an excited look on her face, she opened the door, only to see... That there stood Grim...

She gulped down the saliva she had in her mouth, before taking a step back. Dreary really did go and tell on her, didn't he? And Grim was going to cut her hand now... wasn't he?

"Aw, why the sudden expression change? Were expecting someone else?" Grim said, a grin on his face, but she didn't trust it one little bit. He was grinning too when he almost cut her arm off.

"... No..." She replied shortly, hoping that he would go away. Or if he was going to cut off her handoff, he would not stall it anymore, and would actually do it...

"Well, isn't that great? You are free then, right?" Grim said as she nodded her head. So, he was going to cut her hand off, mh... Well, there was no point in her to try and fight back. If she was lucky, he might cut her less used hand...

"Great! Let's hang out then" Without waiting for her answer, he grabbed her hand, before teleporting both of them somewhere where she had never been before.

Magic was never something that she could handle very well, especially his magic. The headache she had after the teleportation felt like thousand of needles cutting into her scalp... the pain was horrible.

After a few minutes, she managed to finally look around her, without wanting to cry out in pain. She realized that they were... in a forest?  A hill with a forest behind them?

She looked up, only to see... a blanket set out and a basket too... Did he plan to eat her arm in front of her after cutting it off? Stars above, that was just evil of him...

"So? How do you like this place?" He asked, grinning at her, be it looking a little bit nervous? She must still be confused because of his magic because there was no way that could be it...

"It's... pretty. I like it" She said. There was no reason to lie. For a place where she was going to lose her hand, this was quite a nice place. She was glad he at least had good taste...

"So... let's go then?" He said, looking at the direction where the blanket was. There was no reason to lie, laying on the blanket while having her hand cut off, and looking at the stars might be one of the best ways she could lose a hand.

She followed after him, looking around her. These past days she had no time to enjoy herself and look around nature... was the forest always so wonderful? 

"eheh... You must really like this..." Grim said when she sat down with him on the blanket. She nodded her head, smiling weakly, as she said "I mean... Considering this is where I get my hand cut off, it's a pretty nice place"

Silence came over both of them, as Grim stared surprised at her, before realizing what she meant "oh?... oh stars above, I didn't bring you here to cut your hand off!" Grim said, before stopping, and asking "... Is there a reason for me to do that?" His voice seemed to be darker than usual. Well, she might as well come off clean, because if Dreary ever does tell on her, maybe he'll spare her if she tells him immediately. 

"Outside of hugging him? Not really" She said, looking at Grim to see what type of expression he would make, but he seemed cheery "I'm glad to hear you two are getting along then! I was actually worried about that"

Well... She did keep out the fact that she scared him before the hug, but this seemed a way too good react to mess up right now... "Well, I wouldn't say that..." She muttered, but it seemed that Grim ignored that.

"Anyways, I invited you here because... Well, we haven't spent much time together... Dreary also told me what happened with you and Riffle. Felt kind of jealous! Wouldn't want you to just go and become happy out of nowhere!" Grim said, as she slowly nodded her head.

Grim was... a weird person. There was no way going around it. She had never managed to figure out what type of person he is. All she knows is that he is dangerous and that even this situation could end up with her without a hand...

"So, why did you kiss Riffle?" She had been spending the entire day trying to forget that moment, but Grim was reminding her right now. She didn't want to talk about it.

"Honestly, it was... a mistake?" She said, trying to avoid saying that he forced himself on her the second time around... She didn't want to come off as weak in front of someone like him.

"Like, I wanted to tease him a little bit, but he got too serious, and that was just boring," She said, letting out a sigh, before laying on top of the blanket, looking at the stars, before closing her eyes, relaxing a little bit.

"Sounds rough," Grims told her, as she nodded her head, agreeing that she didn't like that at all. "Yeah...  The kiss wasn't even that good" That was a lie, but she didn't want to admit that she enjoyed the kiss more than she should have.

"How about this one?" Before she could react to what happened, she felt him come close to her, kissing her. She wasn't sure why, or what type of devil took over her body, but right at that moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

It didn't take long before the kiss turned into them making out, as he pulled her up and into her lap, as she wrapped her legs around him. Eventually, they had to stop because she was starting to lack air.

She stared at him with a surprised look, as he looked back at her, a small smile on his face, pushing some of her hair away from her face, as he asked "So... Am I a better kisser?"

The form that her answer came in was with her pushing him down, and starting to kiss him again. She wasn't planning to do anything more than kissing, but something inside of her was making her want to tease the skeleton that she was on top of, just enough to make him needy for her, before stopping this and ignoring him for some time. She wanted to make him the same way she feels towards Riggs... 

~~~GRIM'S POINT OF VIEW~~~

Grim never liked (y/n). And he never hid that fact. The girl didn't seem to even be a good enough meal. Did he like (Y/n) now? Of course not. She wasn't much better now, but something made him do what he did tonight.

Did he feel jealous about Riffle? No, he didn't. But tonight, the desperate look in her eyes... it reminded him of how he felt... It made him remember how pathetic he was when it came to Ashley.

They were two broken souls, two problem people who just wanted to bury themselves in one another, just for one night, and that was what they exactly were supposed to do...

That is until he was stopped by her... With a grin, she simply got off him, and with a small kiss to the forehead, she said that she needed to go, before starting to head to the path into the forest...

She didn't even know where they were...