One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Unfinished Stories

here's a bunch of little bitty things i never finished :]

btw if you have no clue what the bz is and you wanna see more about it, look at my artbook, there's a ton about it there. band au my beloved <3 [that's what the picture at the top is]

some of you have already seen the bonezone stuff, so if you already have, lmao just ignore this part, i'm doing some self-advertising because i'm actually really proud of my bz stuff.

———[BZ story]—— 

Nightmare plucked at some strings, cringing as one sang an out-of-tune note. He quickly started twisting the tuners, trying for another strum. Sitting nearby, Cross was trying to mimic him, testing the sound on his own guitar. Nightmare gave a distressed noise as Cross's nail caught on a string and the guitar gave a harsh twang. "No- Give it here, you'll ruin it."

Cross shrugged, passing his instrument off and standing up. Across the room, Killer sat on the floor, his tongue poking out in concentration. There was a hello kitty sticker on his cheek, which Cross doubted he knew about. Several empty sheets of sticker paper sat around him, another stack of sticker packets piled next to it. One drumstick was already half covered.

Cross made his way over, plopping down next to him. Killer promptly handed him the other drumstick and patted his knee. "Get to work, criss cross. These things won't stickerbomb themselves." Cross rolled his eyelights, huffing as he tore open a packet of stickers. "Alright."

By the time Killer was done, Cross had only covered half of his drumstick. He was currently fighting a small flower, cursing at the stupidly strong adhesive. Killer put down his drumstick, taking the one Cross had, and started working on it as well, snorting at Cross's struggles.

"Hold still, moron." Cross glared at him, pausing long enough for Killer to peel the infernal flower from the back of Cross's hand. Cross flipped it off, standing up with a huff. "I'm done with stickers." Killer shrugged, "I can finish on my own."

Cross left him there, glancing around the living room. He had nothing to do now. He scratched his jaw, watching Nightmare for a moment. He'd started messing with the cords and instructions for the speakers and microphones. Error was crouched beside him, muttering in his usual irritated tone, always the one to express his discontent.

Horror and Dust were sitting on the couch, silent for the most part. The keyboard, stickerbombed beyond recognition, that Dust liked to use, sat on the floor, its legs folded beneath it. Horror's guitar lay reclined against the wall, already having been fixed up by Nightmare. Now, since the two of them didn't have anymore tasks to do, they simply sat, leaning into one another, and watching them through lidded eyes. Dust almost looked like he was asleep.

Cross shifted, and felt bored. He honestly had no idea what to do now.

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next unfinished draft :]

———[party time thing, kross]——

killer threw back another cup of lukewarm alcohol, crushing the now empty cup with a sigh. dust and horror continued to murmur to each other beside him, their blushes bright in the dim room. killer glanced at them, and immediately looked away with a grimace. he didn't want to see them making out. he lightly smacked horror's thigh, "'mma get s'mor drinks. don't fuck on th'couch." horror gave a disgruntled grunt, his only acknowledgment.

killer scoffed, pushing off the couch. his vision swam almost violently, the ground bucking beneath him. he stumbled, snorting as he bumped someone. "watch it!" he waved his hand dismissively, ambling past, the interaction immediately forgotten.