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Killer watches the penguins, all huddled up together in the ice cold place they know as ‘Home’. They’re cute. Too bad their habitat’s so damn cold. As a Skeleton, temperature doesn’t bother Killer as much as it does other living things. Except for these penguins, which just exist in this environment, all day, all night… Aaaand he has an idea! Which is to bring a penguin back to the castle, he’ll name it ‘Mini Cross’.
He prances to the penguin which from here on out will be referred to as Mini Cross. Killer picks up the penguin and slashes the air with his knife, making a portal out of this icy wasteland. Before he steps through the gateway, he tucks the penguin in his jacket to hide it and zips it up. The penguin looks up, its little orange beak poking out. The deed done, he leaves.
“Killer! Where the hell have you been?” A Skeleton shouts from behind him.
“Places,” He answers simply, not turning around to face Cross. Can't let him see his little mini self, not yet at least. “Anyway, I have stuff ta do, cya later!” He says speedily, then bolts down a hallway to his room.
He slams the door open then shut, and crouches down, unzipping his jacket for Mini Cross. He waddles out, turning his head this way and that. Roaming the room, he finds a slipper and squawks at it, long, slim little flippers oscillating at his sides. He tries to eat it. Killer quickly stops him, because he needs that. Now, what to do with a penguin? Well, he can’t keep him in here, because he’s eating another slipper. He’ll just put him in Horror's room, what could possibly go wrong? Tons of things, but has that ever stopped him before? Nope!
Later, Killer enjoys lounging on a sofa, aggravating Dust. Crossy’s in the room, but Killer’s too busy to annoy him.
“Dust, Dust, Dust,” Killer chants, — laying upside down with his legs over the couches’ back—, the named Skeleton’s just ignoring him. “Duuust-yyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…… Ech, you’re no fun,”
Horror shuffles into the living-room, holding Mini Cross. “Why’s there a penguin in my room?” Killer… Might have forgotten about that. Maybe. Possibly.
“Ah, ya found Mini Cross!” He plays off forgetting that he left a penguin in Horror’s room. “I was wonderin’ where he went!”
“What?” Three Skeletons ask in unison, Cross finally looking up from his phone. Killer walks over to take Mini Cross, putting his hands around the penguin’s sides.
He walks away with him “Anyways-”
“What the hell is that?” He’s met with Boss’ questioning stare.
“Mini Crossy, Sir!” Killer answers joyfully. “Laters!” with that he stabs through the air, and jumps in the portal. An Arctic wasteland greets him, also known as Mini Cross’ Home.
“Well, sorry Mini Cross, but this’ the end of our adventures together.” He sets him down, “Heh, see ya never!” Probably, anyways. Things did have a tendency to boomerang back to him, mostly consequences.