I'm pretty sure Lockheart was made before Fear, after Asher things get a little fuzzy in my memory.

I vaguely remember Locky being Cupids alter ago before he actually became an actual character. His name was Heart breaker. Wtf.

I'd check, but I don't really want to re read all my shit writing. I don't even know why I'm keeping up my old books when they're shit.

By the way, here you go lillywolfgirl here's your husband!

Also... Is anyone actually still reading my Outcast stuff? I'm pretty sure Undertale may be dead now. Sadly. I have no idea.

If I could make my boys human I would. But I cannot for the life of me draw them. The only one I can is Asher because of his hair.

What's your human Outcast head cannons? Like, what do you think they'd look like? I'm curious.

I'll shut up now, enjoy the chapter!

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Growing up, you never been the most social, never really having attraction to anyone. Friendly or romantic.

You've tried to make friends in the past, but now a days everyone was bitter and shitty. It was hard to find real friends that actually had your back instead of stabbing it.

Now, in your twenties you kept to yourself. Even when monsters began to roam the surface.

You didn't mind the silence, humans were confusing. You knew this since you yourself are human.

But it wasn't all that bad, you had animals to turn to. They didn't judge you, they loved you unconditionally. No matter what you looked like, or how you dressed.

They couldn't care less what color you dyed your hair.

I mean your cat could be a bit bitchy at times. But she still loved to sleep with you. As long as you kept giving her monthly supply of catnip everything was fine.

You'd admit, seeing other peoples pets made you open up to them. Like the nice guy at the park the other day who had an adorable golden retriever. Your conversation was short lived, but as long as you got to pet the dog your day was made.

So, when you had been sweeping your back porch and saw a white cat hop over your fence you were a little caught of guard, but a smile rises on your face.

It wouldn't be the first time a stray has wondered their way to your home. You were guilty of feeding them, but who else would?

This feline, however didn't look like a stray. It had to be a pet, its fur was shiny and fluffy. It was one of those cats with a smooshed face. Obviously pampered and well loved.

It had a Valentine's themed bandanna around its neck, along with a pink collar.

Its tail looked a little puffy, maybe it had gotten spooked and jumped over the fence? It wasn't that tall, the fence was just a simple chain link about to your waist.

"Hey sweetie, c'mere." You slowly approached the cat with open arms, cat treats still in your pockets from earlier when you had tried to teach your cat a trick or two.

She wouldn't have thought of it.

The feline makes a small mew, before jumping into your arms. You held it close to your chest. The cat smelled like freshly baked cookies and a pinch of cinnamon.

You stroked its back, and scratched behind its neck. The cat leaned into your touch, purring.

You looked down at its collar.

'Persephone.'

Pretty name. You smile.

"I'm sure your owner is looking for you, what happened? Did you get spooked by the neighbors dog? He's friendly I promise. Just a little excited." You snicker, looking over the fence at the chubby pug wagging his tail on the other side of the fence.

You looked over your shoulder when you heard what sounded like high heels running down the side walk? Now, who the hell in their right mind would go jogging in high heels? 

You suppose that could be Persephone's owner. Maybe it was the older woman from across the street? No idea why she'd be wearing heels though.

You continued to pet the well loved pet in your arms as you made your way around the gate to step out into your front yard.

To your surprise it wasn't a rich woman running around. It was actually a skeleton monster with bright red horns. Looking around frantically.

He certainly didn't look like the type to be such a cat lover, but you'd been wrong before, and you knew not to judge a book by its cover.

You waved your arm, catching his attention. His red eyes widen upon seeing the cat in your arms.

He jogs across the street, he was pretty fast for a literal bone man. Especially wearing those heels.

He wore red high tops that had been sewn into high heels. The heels had to been at least five inches high, they were wide too.

The skeleton stops in front of you with a look of relief on his face. He let's out a huff. "Oh my f*ck. There you are.. The damn cat got out the door again."

Oh. His voice was rough, gruff and much deeper than you thought. It was oddly.. Attractive.

"Its okay, it happens." You reply. "But don't worry, she's in good hands. Really friendly too, you must take great care of her."

Persephone let's out a happy meow, before leaping out of your arms and into his. He tucks the cat under his right arm, the cats stubby legs dangling. But she didn't seem to mind resting on his hip.

"The cats not mine, its my stupid ass brothers. I'm not really a cat person, but he'd have a heart attack if something were to happen to her. So, thanks for finding her." He says.

For someone that isn't a cat person, his tail certainly moves like one. The way it swishes behind him and stiffens when he's irritated.

Or was he always irritated? You wondered who shit in his Cheerios for him to always wear that frown. He's done nothing but scowl for the short time you two had talked.

"Well, he must adore her. I mean, I'm sure she's got a better life than me. Look how shiny her fur is." You say, bending down to pat her head again.

"Yeah, I have no idea why." He sighs. "Look, thanks for finding her really. If I didn't get her back, he'd kick my ass."

You snort at this. Trying to imagine this tough skeleton getting his ass kicked.

"Its no problem! So, you live around here? Or did she wonder far off?" You ask him, crossing your arms.

He sighs. "She's a runner that's for sure, you know the mansion at the end of the road?"

Your eyes widen. "That far? Wow. I'm glad the girl didn't get in any trouble, it didn't look like she had any injuries."

"Eh she's fine. I mean my brothers boyfriend's spider fell on my damn face once. And she was fine. Creepy little shit is what she is." He scoffs, a little puff of steam leaving his nose.

You snicker at this.

"Yeah ha, ha, laugh it up. Let's see how you feel when a two pound tarantula falls on your face while you're taking a f*cking nap." His cheeks flush an apple red.

"I'm sorry. Its just, well.. I guess that would be scary."

"Sure.. But try sleeping in a room across from a four foot tall black widow." He says, shivering and shaking his head.

You look at him in surprise.

He laughs, he actually laughs. His shoulder shake like its the funniest thing in the world.

"Hah! Look at your face! F*ckin' priceless! No but really, one of my roommates is a giant spider. I'm just glad he's not a bird eater then we'd all be in deep shit."

He holds a hand out to you. "I'm Lockheart, look I'm sorry for being a dick. But really, I'm glad you found her."

You shake his oddly warm hand. His body radiating heat, almost like a wood burning stove. His claws had been filed down. And were painted red.

"I'm Y/n, and no harm done." You smile.

"...Look, if you're not doing anything.. Do you think you could come back with me? My brother would love to meet the little Kitty savior. " Lockheart suggests.

"I'd like that." You tuck a strand of heir behind your ear bashfully. "Let me just lock up really quick."

You were.. Oddly enough, looking forward to see how the rest of the afternoon would go.

He may be a little rough around the edges and spiky like a tsundere cactus, but he was nice to talk to. And you were looking forward to hearing his voice for the rest of the day.

And, you wanted to see what his brother fed his cat with how perfectly plump and soft she was.

End..! I hope you enjoyed, Lockheart was a little softer.

Soft Lockheart is best Lockheart.

Have a great day/night!