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You were startled out of your sleep by your room mate slamming the front door. You sat up and looked at the time. It was too early for you to be up. You can hear (her/him) mumbling from where your room is, just off the living room. Your expression went from tired to tired and confused when you also hear loud hissing. You get up and put your (f/c) robe over your shorts and tank top that you fell asleep in. You then proceed to the living room. You rubbed your eyes tiredly. "Do you have any idea what time it is (friend’s name)?" you said. The hissing had stopped and you heard something that sounded like a couple sets of six legged bugs s

Horuss Zahhak: That's when you feel two strong arms grab you around the waist from behind, pulling you back from the ledge. As you are pulled back, you let out a yelp of fear and surprise. You wriggle awkwardly trying to see the person holding onto you, and attempting to get down. Once your feet touch the sidewalk, you turn rapidly to face the person. You are truly intimidated at first by what you are met with. A boy who's facial features appear to be near your age, and his muscled and tall body looking to be much older, or matured at least. His eyes are covered by a pair of steampunk styled goggles, his black bangs sticking out over top, a

-Four Months Later- Kurloz's POV: Sitting in my throne room thought's of my lady filled my mind. She was so content with life now, even I as sit here she's out enjoying herself. Probably picking flowers in the courtyard or sparing with a guard. I want to give her everything, but she tells me she has everything she could ever want in me. -A concept of which I really can't understand, love is strange that way I suppose....I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same about her, but I can't see myself as being so important to such a special life like her's. I guess I'd just have to trust her word, which honestly, isn't that difficult to do.

Once a week you were free to go out to the open market with a small amount of money graciously given to you by your master. You had been living on this strange planet for two sweeps now, you had managed to earn the slightest bit of trust to be out on your own from time to time. The outdoor stands you liked to visit would sell clothing, food, exotic trinkets, and on occasion, live humans available through slave trade. This little taste of freedom for you, however, never negated a simple fact....he owned you. The small purple streak on the side of your hair was confirmation, or rather, a warning, to any troll or educated human who was in your

Dave walked into his own party, fifteen minutes late in spite of the fact that it was being held not only on his own ridiculously dangerous planet, but also in his very own home. He was wearing a red felt suit, and had two fedoras in his hands, one black, and one red. You hoped that this had nothing to do with creepy troll romances. You did not wanna end up having to do random kinky blackrom shit with someone you didn’t know. Or worse, Eridan. “We’re gonna play fifteen minutes in heaven, bitches.” The cool-kid said, a small, shit eating grin working it’s way to his lips. You face-palmed, and hoped that this wasn