∆ High On Hate ∆

Chapter 25

{hey story-starved bitches, take your food}

Everyone immediately backed up as the heard the footsteps, and Bad took out his daggers. He also started to grow a few feet, but the door was opened before that. But it wasn't fast, like a search team, it was slow and careful. Cautious.

A masked face peered the head out of the door, freezing as he saw the armed monster that was BadBoyHalo. He took a deep breath, and entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Shutting out a group of people.

"I'm not going to hurt you, you can put your weapons away. My gun isn't even loaded."

George paused, confused. He clearly wasn't the only one, as both Bad and Ghostbur sat there, a curious but confused look on their face. Although, Bad was the one to speak up.

"And how do we know that? You could have Dream and his goons outside the door."

A very recognizable sound was heard from beyond the door.

"Bruhhhh. He just called me Dream! The homeless tell-a-tubby!"

There was a loud laugh in reply.

"Sucks for you mate, I'm just a goon! I don't even get a name!"

Techno. And Philza.

The three immediately relaxed, and Bad shrunk back down to a normal height. Well, normal for him. 9ft tall isn't normal for anyone but him.

George let out a sigh of relief, and put his hands behind his head.

"Okay, so you're safe, but who even are you? You never said."

The masked man chuckled at that.

"That's for later. Look kid, I have a place for us to go and hide. Whole place is run by two gay kids, and their both like us. One's Schlatts kid, actually. Although I doubt Tubbo will be happy to see him."

George was going to complain about being called a kid, but the name caught him off guard.

"Tubbo? Like.. brown hair, green eyes? Kinda short?"

The man nodded.

"Yup. But he had to run off when his horns started growing in."

Ghostbur was the one to speak us this time.

"You said something about being like us? What about you is like us? The mask you have is more like Dream then anything."

That made him go quiet. He paused for a second, before slowly taking off the mask. Or, well, more moving it to the side. Plus, he also tucked his hair behind his ears.

It revealed a large scar that went all the way from his forehead, down his eye, to his upper lip. He was completely missing one eye, not even having it replaced with a glass one. Well, I mean, it was kind of hard to get a yellow glass eye, because that's the colour of his existing eye. His ear was.. not a ear at all, and instead was more like a tiny wing. A yellow, tiny wing. Like a duck.

"I have wings too, but they're hidden by my outfit. That's enough proof for you to follow me?"

The three glanced at eachother, before nodding. George was the one to ask.

"So.. where are we going."

The duck man smiled, and handed them a map.

"Snowchester."