(You guys are probably terrified by what the title says, aren'tcha?)

Death was pretty tired that Wednesday morning.

He had stayed up most of the night playing video games, with his pet lying on his lap. So, he had fallen asleep on his brand new couch, waking up to find Nightmare waving his hand in his face.

Oh, right, he was living with Nightmare in a small apartment.

"Hey, you stayed up too late last night," He said, handing death a dark blue collar, "Take out Stinky for a walk."

"Yeah," He groaned tiredly, sighing as he gripped the collar, "Let's go Stinky."

Stinky was quiet an odd name, especially for a dog, so that's why they didn't name a dog stinky. Because Stinky wasn't a dog.

Stinky was a pet Skunk.

Of course that was an odd choice for a pet, but Death grew rather attached to Stinky after he found the skunk, as a baby, underneath his porch last year. Stinky had gassed him about four tines after Death had grabbed him, before he managed to show he wasn't a threat and was able to feed him and keep him warm. Death even managed to train the skunk to gas certain people on command. So, if someone messed with him, he had a good revenge idea.

So, don't mess with Death, or you'll smell like death itself pretty soon.

Death poked his pet skunk, Stinky perking up and looked at his owner with his beady little eyes.

"Here we go," Death said, slipping his collar on and attaching the leash to it before standing up, Stinky jumping to the floor.

"It's your turn for dinner tonight," Nightmare yelled from the kitchen as Death drifted towards the front door.

"I know," Death replied, opening the apartment door, "We're having popcorn chicken tonight!"

"Ok," Nightmare yelled, "Make mine extra dry!"

"Obviously."

Death shut the door behind him, patting his leg as a sign for Stinky to follow him, which his little pet obeyed at, quickly scampering after Death. He didn't actually didn't need the leash to keep Stinky following him, but it made people who were passing by feel more comfortable near him.

After all, he was walking a skunk around, that would freak many people out.

His apartment was on the second floor, so he easily drifted down the stairs and out the front door, walking his little skunk down the sidewalk. Death went to work at 8 and left at 5, but he was up around 5 AM right now to walk little Stinky around.

The earlier he was up, the less people to freak out over his skunk.

One time, he was walking little Stinky down a sidewalk in the middle of the day, and someone tried to attack it with a shovel. He took a bit of damage blocking the shovel with his bone, and had to go to the hospital because the force of the shovel being swung broke his bone. It was incredibly painful, but he got out of it fine and learned his lesson to keep his skunk on a leash and close to himself.

When people found out about him having a pet Skunk, they always asked the same thing. "Why don't you have a normal house pet?"

Those were the people he wanted to punch in the face.

He didn't have a normal pet because he didn't want a normal pet. He wasn't a normal guy, so why settle for a normal pet? He thought skunks were cute, so he decided to get one as a pet when he found it. It hasn't hurt him or anyone else, so what's so bad with keeping it? He loved Stinky, and Stinky loved him, it was as simple as that.

Death boredly gazed around the practically empty street, looking for anything to entertain himself. Maybe a cute looking flower, or a lost funny being found by it's owner. He liked to look on the better side of life, despite his name.

And lookie there, there was Geno and Cross walking together, Cross on his phone while Geno was simply walking, hands shoved into his pockets.

"Hey Geno, Cross!" Death waved to the other side of the street.

"Hi- Is that a skunk?" Cross said, staring at Stinky uncomfortably.

"Yup!" Death said, floating across the street towards his two co-workers.

Cross took a few cautious steps backwards from it while Geno simply watched, a curious expression on his face.

"You tamed a skunk?" He asked.

"Yeah," Death said, reaching down to pet Stinky, who pushed his head into Death's boney fingers, "It only took a month, but he won't gas or attack you guys."

"Can..." Geno paused a moment before looking up at death, "Can I pet him?"

"Sure."

Geno crouched down next to the little skunk, which looked up at him with a cute little face. Stinky walked forward a little bit before putting his front two paws onto Geno's bent legs, sniffing at him slightly.

"He's so cute!" Geno squealed, putting his fur happily at Stinky rubbed his head against his arm.

Geno had a little weakness. He loved animals. He found them all so adorable and simply loved them. Cats, dogs, birds, he found then all so cute. Like Dream's obsession with shiny stuff, Geno was easily distracted by a cute little animal. Unfortunately for Geno, he was allergic to a lot of animals. He was allergic to cats, dogs, birds, and even hamsters. So, most house animals he couldn't own, so he didn't have any pets. But, he wasn't allergic to skunks.

"His names Stinky," Death said, crouching down next to Geno.

Geno giggled as he pet the little black and white animal, planting little kisses onto it's forehead. Death watched him with interest, resting a hand onto her fist pressing onto his leg.

Geno, to him, looked adorable getting to excited over his pet.

"Hi Stinky," Geno said in a baby voice, the skunk licking his skull.

Geno giggled even more and brought the little skunk into his arms, cuddling with him as he played a little with him. The skunk squirmed in happiness from all of the attention, Geno and Stinky seeming rather happy about meeting each other, and all of the attention the other was giving to them.

"You really like animals, huh?" Death asked.

"Yeah," Geno said, blushing a bright red when he realized Death was watching him the whole time, "Don't judge me, ok?"

"I'm still here guys," Cross pointed out, looking down at his watch, "And we're supposed to be leaving Geno."

"I'm not judging," Death said, patting Geno's skull as both of them completely ignored Cross, "I like animals a lot too. I actually saved Stinky from starvation a year ago."

"You did?" Geno asked, looking at Death in a more positive light.

"Yeah, I found him under my porch last year, he was dying of starvation. I figured out what skunks ate, fed it to him, and took him in."

"That's so cute! You're not a complete jacka*s!"

"Hey!"

"I'll just leave," Cross sighed, walking away from Geno and Death, who was definitely using his skunk to flirt with Geno.

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked, an annoyed expression on his face.

Why did Death have to bust in like that?

He knew Geno pretty well, and Geno could go all day cuddling with an animal. He loved animals. He had a lot of animal stuffed animals in his room, along with some cute cat posters. And at work, when he's bored, he has a slideshow, over a thousand slides, of pure animal memes.

Suddenly, a wave of nausa hit Cross, making him stumble slightly. He halted walking, gripping his arms in pain.

"You can't just keep pushing me down, Cross!" A high pitched voice rang in his head.

Shakingly, he reached into his pocket, grasping a bottle of pills in his fingers before pulling it out. Quickly, he unscrewed the cap, pouring all of the contents of the bottle into his hand before tossing them between his teeth, swallowing them.

"Y-Yeah I can..." He said uneasily, wiping his teeth on his sleeve.

Suddenly, a seering pain filled his soul, and he doubled over in pain.

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Lookie that, a cliffhanger! I am well known for those.

I decided to start putting my A/Ns at the bottom of a chapter instead of the top! New change, huh?

And please make sure you read all of them, they have important details you should read! So, yeah, just watch out for these.

Also, what do you think of the story so far? You guys liking it? I am, I enjoy writing this story. It's pretty fun to write. I like it when you guys comment about your thoughts about my work, it allows me to reply and interact with you guys, which I enjoy.

Have a nice day!