Holy crap, shut up already.

Horror's foot started to hurt from how much he was tapping it against the ground, his fingers following it's beat. To think that he would be stuck here with that loud mouthed obnoxious first year student was a funny thought- oh was that a butterfly?

Nope, he barely had a chance to look out the window next to him to confirm if it was or wasn't a beautiful specimen of the sky before that darn loud mouth made him glance back into the crowded lunch room. A first year student, as obvious by how idiotic they were.

Maybe Horror could just throw him down a pair of stairs or something. Oh yeah, that sounds like a good idea! Thinking about how that dumb skeleton could break a bone, even it sounding like a breaking carrot. Right, right, carrots were pretty tasty. He even had some carrots in his lunch! Aw yeah, carrot time!

What was he talking about? Right, the boy had giggled loudly again, and he remembered that he was comparing the twig to a carrot. Horror felt his body twitch from annoyance of the loud noise, the gap in his skull suddenly aching from the movement. Never move too suddenly, like his usual movements of suddenly punching someone. What? They couldn't blame him, people naturally deserved to be punched!

That darned voice dragged him from his thoughts again, Horror snapping the carrot he was holding in his hand in half. It was going to be that first years neck soon if the skeleton didn't shut up.

It was obviously a first year student, as they didn't understand the usual academy activities. They were a little below average height, a skeletons just like himself, with normal white eye lights that contrasted with Horror's red ones. A blue and purple hoodie didn't do much to hide the bones underneath, but at least his black skinny jeans managed to cover more than the rest of his clothes. He didn't even think the skeleton was in the proper dress code, there's no way he hadn't gotten dinged for it yet. The teachers were strict about dress code, he had learned that one day. Okay, so what if he walked into school covered in blood? It wasn't his fault that he decided to do a hit and run!

And no, before the teachers had managed to freak out, he didn't hit a child.

He tried to, but accidently hit a deer instead.

But he wouldn't miss this skeleton if he kept talking, that was very clear.

Clear... the window was pretty clear. He could shove him through the window. Right, yeah, he could see his special classroom through the window. It was a small building, away from the rest of the school, and nice.

Because there was no loud mouthed skeleton in there!

Oh, Horror was considering going over there and strangling him, but sadly his species didn't need oxygen to survive. If they did, well, maybe he was actually be sent to jail for murder. Horror was definitely on the edge of some psychopathic tendencies, but luckily his family consisted of it, so he was accepted in with open arms. If his parents learned that he had beaten up a kid at school, they didn't punish him, they asked for pictures and took him out for ice cream.

Horror loved his family.

There was definitely some sort of soul disorder going on with his family line, but they would all flee for the hills the moment any doctor would try to study them. As if people were going to diagnose them! They were proud of their souls, and would rather die than expose whatever was going on in their souls. To-

No, skeleton, shut up.

The boy was obviously yearning for attention, he was loud and talking to everyone he could. And he was especially touchy, judging by how much he would sling an arm over a shoulder or give a hug. He even kissed someone, someone from Horror's grade that he knew already had a girlfriend.

It was disgusting, ugh. Why would anyone put up with this tweed in the shape of a boy? He was too loud, too moving, always on his feet and prancing. The boy didn't even have a lunch and didn't sit down once, he never ate.

Horror crunched down on another carrot, thinking about all of the ways his parents had taught him how to kill. A family tradition. Every reunion, they all would bundle in front of a fireplace with a nice cup of joe and talk about the news. The usual news, how many deaths occurred that year statistically, the most funniest ways they've hurt someone, talk about memories of family members arrested. Horror couldn't wait until the next one, to tell them all about Lust and what he'll probably do to him.

Which actually reminded him of this one time where his family had come over and they played spin the bottle, but their version. If it landed on you, you had to try and kill the last person it landed on. A fun game of assassin, but Horror never got to play.

He was too old for it now.

It went unnoticed to the skeleton that lunch had ended before a girl was tapping on his shoulder, alerting him that the cafeteria was emptying out. She was alright, in the same year as him, and sat alone like he did. Oh yeah, they were partners too, but it was whatever. The girl just sort of helped him attack stuff, he didn't really know her name. They were both alone the first year and he saw that her weapon was an axe so they partnered up.

Oh yeah, he looked really awesome with her axe form. Horror loved her weapon style, she was fun to swing around. It was a bummer that she didn't want to kill people, Horror really wanted to get his kill count up from 0. Just one, just one! It didn't even have to be too big, just a little stab wound or decapitation. She never even explained why, she just said it should be obvious and that it was a no.

The next class for her was free time, as it was for everyone but himself. Everyone had free time after lunch to cool down, and those who were failing on classes could get some studying in during this time. That, unfortunately, was Horror. Just because he got a tinsy bit distracted during all of his classes everyday didn't justify this! It wasn't his fault that he thought the lessons were boring, it wasn't like- Wait was that another butterfly?

Horror got distracted from being distracted when he caught sight of the skeleton from lunch walking through the field in front of him. The field that separated the special building from the main one so the students didn't get distracted. The one Horror went to because of his 'mental blockage'. No, no, no, he better not...

No! The skeleton was walking towards the building, don't be in his class! Please, please, oh for the love of all things dead, don't-

The annoying skeleton opened the door, walking into the building.

And Horror wanted to die.

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Yeah, I took a lot of inspiration of Horror off of my CreepyPasta book. I totally envision his family would play the 'run over people' game Sans and the CreepyPasta play in the crossover. Horror and his family confirmed actually insane and it's going to be great.