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It wasn't unlike Killer to lock himself away after what happened in the forest that day, but this was new. He'd been locked in his room for days now and hardly left. When he did leave his room he was in the gardens.
His isolation once went unnoticed but today was the breaking point. Everyone had been grieving and suffering simultaneously but still made time to sit together at the table for one meal a day. Except..Killer hadn't shown up the past week; his empty seat facing Cross's.
Horror had tried going to talk to him but was met with more hostility than usual. It was odd seeing him so...possessive. Of what? Horror couldn't say since Killer would block the door to his bedroom, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to see what was inside.
They all figured that maybe he was still pissed off from his fight with Dust but that had happened days ago, then again Killer was the type to hold grudges for years, so maybe this would take longer to blow over than they thought.
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"Good morning!" Killer's oddly cheery voice filled the room much like the smell of the chocolate chip pancakes he was making. Those were Cross's favorites after all...
Horror and Dust shared a confused look before making their way to the kitchen table they rarely sat at anymore. Nightmare entered behind them and stumbled slightly as he sat down; still drunk and smelling of whisky.
It was weird seeing Killer out of his room let alone being so cheery. It was almost like a switch had been flipped in his brain. Did he get over Cross's death that quick? Hell. He might've considering the others all knew how quickly he snapped back after the death of his best friend.
Killer hummed one of Cross's favorite song (Impacto) as he flipped pancakes like nothing was wrong; like Cross hadn't died a month ago. It was disturbing how carefree he was acting..like Cross was still here.
"What are you doing..?" Nightmare asked, slurring his words a bit. Killer looked over and chuckled, getting Nightmare a glass of water and sliding it over. "Makin' breakfast, boss. What else?"
Horror's empty eyes made their way over to the space beside Killer where he kept looking every so often and his eyes widened when he saw...Cross?!
He blinked rapidly, too shocked to speak, but when he went to tell Dust what he'd seen, Cross was gone again and Killer was sending him a glare. He froze, a strangled noise leaving him as he saw the murderous intent in his glare.
What was happening to them...?