[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

11: Don't Overthink It

A/N: I really hate to do this to y'all, but I'm probably gonna be a few months before I can update this story. Which, you might reply with, "that's okay! You fed us so well with so many chapters the past few days! Take a rest, you deserve it!"

And that's hella sexy of you, but...

I may or may not have left this in a cliffhanger 🗿 My bad cuh

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Deuce is the first to break the silence. He sighs heavily in relief, dropping down to his knees and leaning his arms on the bed.

"You're okay..." Deuce says with a smile, but it quickly turns nervous, "You are okay, right?"

You shrug with a grin, "Yeah, just a little sore. I've had a lot worse."

"You're a moron, you know that?"

"Ace!"

You laugh, "It's fine, Deuce. He's right, though. I should've said something sooner. I didn't mean to wait until the last minute, there just wasn't a good time to bring it up."

"I'm not talking about that." Ace steps closer and leans over. He brings his hand up and flicks your forehead.

"Ouch."

"Risking your life like that, like you're some kind of hero or martyr," Ace frowns, pushing his index finger against your forehead, "Do you really want to die that bad?"

"I don't think I can die, honestly. Can I die if I'm already dead?" You ask, genuinely curious about what the universe has in store for you.

"Stop talkin' like that," Grim frowns, "It's not funny."

Ah, yikes. Too soon, then.

"I'm sorry. You're right, I-I should've bailed when Deuce got the magestone." You look away in guilt, "I wasn't thinking, though. I just-It was-I had to... It's my duty as a..."

As a Demon Slayer. But you didn't have the energy to talk about it. Maybe you could get Crowley to do it for you when he gets here. Without giving them a moment to ask you to elaborate, you try changing the subject.

"But look on the bright side! You guys obviously didn't get expelled!" You grin, "We're all still alive, we're okay, and we did what we sought out to do. I see this as an absolute win."

Ace narrows his eyes and drops his hand, "I'm going to strangle you."

"Oooh, hate me harder, Da-"

"-Nope." Dr. Emory interrupts you.

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"Well, you can't please them all," You shrug, "So, I'm assuming you guys came by to tell me something?"

"Um... Y-Yeah," Ace looks away, "Yeah, I wanted to rub it in your face that-"

"-They visited you between every class period to check up on you," Dr. Emory exposes their ass from his desk, not even looking up, "They even ate lunch in here."

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