[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

13: A Surprisingly Peaceful Domestic Moment: When Will It Be Ruined?

A/N: This is the uniform I drew for dear [Y/n]! NOTE THAT THE BODY SHAPE/HEIGHT/SIZE IS NOT CANON TO THIS STORY!!!

You want to imagine MC to be short, then be short! You want the body to be full or thin? Great! Sexy! Also, if you want to imagine something else for the uniform, you are more than welcome to do so! However, this is the description I will be using in the story!

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Now, isn't this a familiar scenario?

Your expression was one of long suffering, very unimpressed with the situation you found yourself in.

You shouldn't be as surprised as you are, but also you have every right to be done with everyone's shit.

Ace had his left arm draped over your waist with his hand clutching the fabric of your shirt on your stomach. One of his legs hooked with yours, reminding you that you need to shave... And so does he. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his soft breathing indicating he was in a deep sleep. His collar was cold and poking your back, but it wasn't discomforting.

To make matters worse, Grim had curled up against your face. Your face smothered in the softens of his little belly.

Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad. You actually felt really comfortable. But you need to get up now.

You gently nudge Grim away, and he rolls over without trouble. You sigh through your nose and softly pry your shirt out of Ace's hand. You hear him whine when you slowly push off his arm from your body.

You push yourself to sit up, nudging Ace's leg away. Though it seems that's all it took to wake the redhead.

"Mn... Where you going?" He whispers almost too quietly for you to hear.

You smile at the feeling of déjà vu, "Go back to sleep, Ace. It's six in the morning."

He groans again, pulling the covers up now that you left and were no longer providing heat. "Just come back, it's too cold."

You huff in amusement and crawl out of bed, "Go to sleep, Ace."

Not willing to stay awake more than he needs to, Ace snuggles into the covers and easily slips back to his slumber.

You shake your head and walk to the dresser with the mirror over it. Your sweatpants were folded neatly on top with your Demon Slayer uniform next to it. You put on your pants and slip on your sandals. Your nirichin blade was next to the mattress on Grim's side, so you made sure to take it before leaving the room.

Time to do some training while it was still cool.

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Training for an hour, you felt more refreshed, energized, and wide awake. Your body was sore anymore, but it reminded you how you did not check your appearance in the mirror yesterday. Dr. Emory told you that you would have scars, but you didn't really think anything of it since you didn't actually see the damage done to your body.

Your upper left thigh was torn to Hell and back, reminding you of tiger stripes. Your right arm had a long, vertical scar from your shoulder to your elbow. There was also a thin scar connecting from the right corner of your lip, to just below your cheek bone.

Jeff the Killer would be so jealous.

You need to stop putting yourself in danger. At this rate, your skin will just consist entirely of scar tissue.

You glare at yourself in the mirror, "All right, [Y/n]. From this day on, no more fighting unless you have to save someone's life."

Haha, you dumb bitch.