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For the longest time, I saw myself as a good person. He’d never know how much it’d impact my life when he’d look at me and all he’d see is the bad in me. . . I never thought I’d do anything like this. It's not my fault.
The Stars, they’re why everyone's dying and the forever reason why I'm in agony. I have nothing happening in my life and no reason. Nothing around me matters. I'll do what Nightmare tells me. I'll die soon anyways. What I do doesn’t matter. Like these flowers, we’d all end up dead in the end.
Why am I even here actually? Is this my destiny? I never wanted such things. . . Maybe life has other ideas for me. Who knows. I just wanna be back home giving people a warm coffee in the morning and setting out a dish for my cats to eat from. I wish that were my set kismat. I just wanna hear everyone laughing and sharing what seemed to be memorable moments. . . Even if I can barely remember them now.
With the touch of the shoulder, Ccino yelped, “AH!” His hands automatically flinched to his guns on his belt, almost jumping out of the seat he was in. He then zipped his head to face what tapped him. However, it was just Killer.
“Killer?” Ccino questions, his eyes wide and his mouth an agape frown from being startled out of his prison of thoughts. His phalanges then fell back to the soft velvety seat arms after he set his guns back with a soft motion, his shoulders still raised “Sorry about that, Killer.” Ccino muttered. Killer glared with a deadpan smile as he motioned with his hand to come with him. Ccino gazed at him with his eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out what he was suggesting. Killer then repeated the same suggestion.
“I don't understand?” Ccino expressed, watching Killer ignore his commands. Leaving him a little puzzled. With a raised eyebrow, Ccino’s eyes widened—then became half lidded to the dumb explanation. “You know. . . I understand now, but. . . Just repeating the same thing after I say I don’t underst-.” With a swift movement, Killer gripped onto Ccino's wrist and pulled him out of the chair he was sitting on, almost pushing it over. Ccino didn't even have enough time to think before Killer started to drag him the other way.
“Hey, Killer- What are you doing?!” Ccino stammered, trying to pull his wrist from Killer's grip—even trying to use both hands. Killers grip never strayed even as Ccino tried his hardest. “You don’t need to drag me, I can walk fine just by myself.” Ccino grumbled as Killer had to hold back an eye roll; doing it internally instead. “Are you really gonna ignore me?” Ccino continued.
The Killer's eyes wandered around the floor, trying to find something to focus on so he won't have to listen to Ccino anymore. His attention wavering to see a deceased rat that collected dust on the side of the dark hallway floor. Ccino was about to talk back once more but then Killer randomly stopped walking. Ccino didn't even think before he was now using this sudden stop of movement to his advantage and trying his other hand to try to pry his way out once more. Though, his struggle ended quickly because he was now interested in Killer, who was bent over—picking something up Ccino couldn’t see. His eyes widen when he spot’s Killer holding a dead rat by the end of its pinkish tan tail. “What are you doing-“ When Ccino opened his mouth to talk back he felt something fuzzy get forced into the way of his mouth by Killers gloved hand. “Mnnhhhggfhh!” Ccino shrieks, the fuzz blocking his way to speak clearly.
Killer continued his now peaceful walk, ignoring Ccino behind him with a smile on his face and the upper half of his body leading the way. Ccino gagged as he understood that this thing that was inside his mouth was, indeed, a dead rodent. Moreover, he was sorry that this poor animal had to die; but right now, he was more focused trying to get it out of his mouth without throwing up.
As soon as Ccino finally got the stuffed rat out of his mouth and spit out all the rotten taste from that soggy and bitter animal onto the floor, he looked around the room, sensing dark and ominous negativity. With that he knew who it was and who Killer led him to. He stood straight, almost forcefully forgetting everything that had just happened. He attempted to brush off anything that happened in somewhat fear—still feeling his wrist being grabbed onto. He looked up and saw who he knew he was gonna see, his frown becoming more prominent on his face.
“Well.. Look who decided to show up.” The deep, cold voice echoed through the chilled room, causing a shiver up Ccino’s spine. He tilted his head down as he now frowned. On the other hand; Killer’s head perked up at the acknowledgment, causing his posture straight, almost as if it were muscle memory.
“I have a favor.” Nightmare’s voice lurked as it got softer as he spoke. Ccino nodded as he swallowed hard, nervous of what Nightmare had to offer.
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A quiet click came from Ccino’s gun as he reloaded it and pulled the slide back, after he did as such, he popped the button of his light brown bag that fell from his shoulders, stuffing his guns in there for when he really needed them. While he looked through his bag, his eyes widened as he spotted a tiny cat plushie keychain that he has had since forever, but just never put on. A pained expression was etched on his face as he held the tiny trinket in his palm, feeling the familiar fluff on his bones. His fingers closed on the keychain as he flipped his bag to the side, allowing himself to add the keychain as the first on his bag.
Ccino sighs, looking up to Killer, who just got done tying his dusty green jacket around his waist. He was a little amused by the glitchiness of Killer’s bright, red soul that had a huge red “X” on it.
“I can't believe he would send us on a mission like this.” Ccino grumbled a bit as he averted his gaze from Killer to the floor, bending over a table to prop up his shoulders so they were now by his jawline. Killer nods, stretching his fingers out and closing them to his palm a few times. “I hope they don't give us too much of a fight.” Ccino grumbles, squeezing the bunny ears that were connected to his blue jacket's hood. Killer then looked back up at Ccino, placing a hand on his hip while he had his other summon a sharp red knife out of a series of scattered glitches- letting a smirk to appear on his face. The solemn expression on Ccinos face dimmed as a small chuckle was let loose. “You hope they do, huh?” Ccino straightens his back from being slouched over on the table, allowing himself to stretch.
Ccino exhaled a long, sharp sigh. “I don’t even think kidnapping Ink is a good idea to be honest.” Ccino murmured more modestly. Killer’s head perks up at this switch of concept. “It’s just gonna make everything wrong again.” Killer blinks, staring for a second before grabbing Ccino’s bag from the table and walking the other way towards the exit. “Killer!” Ccino called, walking fastly towards the skeleton leaving the room with his bag.