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WARNING: ADULT-ISH THEMES.
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It was another day in MissingVerse, an AU that was full of AU Sans fusions... Ange was taking a nap on the couch of Lock and Brooke's home, for he had nowhere else to stay. Brooke was in the kitchen, cooking some sort of meal, Lock watching over his shoulder in interest, until Brooke hits him over the head with a frying pan, that is. But of course, Lock felt nothing and went to go wake Ange up, for Brooke would be finished with the meal soon. He got up reluctantly, wanting to only sleep for another hour... but of course, when it comes to Brooke's cooking, there is no waiting. A wonderful aroma came from the kitchen, this time, Brooke had made his own homemade pizza for the gang. Ange bolted up when he smelled it, and he knew immediately that he was being woken up for a good reason again, (anything to do with Brooke's cooking is a good reason to wake up for him with all honesty), and he straightened out his black leather jacket, trying to make it more comfortable again. Once the food was served, Ange made sure to eat as little as possible, mainly because he didn't want to eat too much, even if it ended in a scolding from the skeleton duo. As they ate, they talked about how things were going in their own worlds, until Lock started to happily chat about different d!ck sizes and that, making the other two go dead silent... After Lock had shared his odd facts, Ange spoke up. "So, what do we do next? I mean, it's been a while since we did something together as a group, so maybe we could try going out?" Lock looked excited at this idea. "Come on Brooke! This will be great!" Lock happily exclaimed. "Lock, what are you planning?" Brooke asks Lock, a skeptical look on his roughened features. "Noooothiiiiiiiing~?" Lock says, a fake innocence trying to mask his otherwise malicious intentions.
"You're a bad liar Lock," Brooke says coolly, like this was just a fact of the universe. "What do mean by that Brooklyn?" Lock says, slowly starting to gaslight Brooke for the billionth time. "You know what I mean, you shit." "Noooo?" a clacking noise can be heard, bone on bone. Brook had punched Lock, not dealing with his bullshit today. Ange wished he could kick Lock, and this was far from the first time he wished to do so. But there is one problem; if he were to do it, Lock's bones would probably break, and they did not need that today, if ever. "Let's just go already. Lock, I will find a leash to put you on if you dare try to do something stupid, you hear me?" Brooke threatens Lock, knowing that he plans to do so if it came down to it.
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