Basically a day in the life of Fear. Sorry I've been gone! I've been working on their redesigns and my birthday just went by!

So yee happy birthday to me. And Fear's is a few days after mine!

Fanart by excess_fool!

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Waking up to yelling was rather normal in this mansion we're all supposed to live in.

I let out an annoyed sigh and slid my glasses onto my bottom pair of eyes, believe it or not, my bottom set have terrible vision. While my top pair see just fine.

My neck popped as I sat up and stretched my short legs, then my extra pair popped out of my back with a slight crack.

I wiped the blood off my top 'lip', a smile rose on my face at the memory. I'll leave it up to imagination.

I slipped on my dark grey pants and my signature trench coat, then my soft pair of boots. Not that I walked with my feet anyway.

Rummaging through my shelves, I found a book I haven't read in some time. It was one of my favorite horror stories from when I was just a child.

You would think it would give me nightmares at such a young age, but it did not. After all there is nothing to Fear except Fear himself.

I let out a slight chuckle at that, deciding it was time to check out the chaos, I stepped out of my room and locked the door behind me.

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Walking along the ceiling I stared down at my roommate's, Coby sat on the couch with headphones on.

Asher seemed to be arguing with Hallow over something, I didn't care what. It wasn't any of my business.

Cupid must have been in the kitchen, since it smelled of chocolate and sugar.

Being honest, I prefer bitter things like my soul. But a little sugar never hurt anyone, unless you've encountered a trickster. Then I feel sorry for you.

I dropped onto the floor, startling the skeletons around me, I sent them a half smirk as I walked passed them.

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Cupid sent me a half wave as he focused on the pancakes he was currently trying to make.

Lockheart sat at the kitchen table with his arms crossed, must he always have that resting b*tch face?

Or is he just an a**hole twenty four seven?

I sit across from him and began to read the book in my hands, there are times where I observe the others, I stare at them with my top set of eyes.

Lockheart was always hard to read, other than anger I've never seen him emote anything else. He always glares at me and the others.

But I know he's putting up an act, since he knows I could pierce his throat with one of my extra legs if I wanted, yet I choose not to.

I only get my hands dirty when I need too.

Cupid always had this aura to him that made everyone get butterflies in their stomachs. Although I hate those vibrant insects, they are tasty.

I could tell Cupid was stressed from his job of matchmaking. Finding the right match must be tiring. He seemed to love it though, even if it drags him away from home most days.

Soon enough, the pancakes were done and everyone rushed into the kitchen, Cupid even put a spider web design on mine which made me send a smile to him.

My smile always did scare the others. Which only made me smile wider.

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After breakfast, I always spend time into the library just to see if Creator had gotten any new books this week. She loved going to the library.

I smiled at that.

But, it quickly fell when I saw that Lockheart had taken my spot on the red couch by laying across it with his dirty heels upon it.

I lifted a brow and smacked him with the thick book in my hands. He sat up and growled at me, I just gave him my signature poker face of displeasure.

"What the f**k is your problem? That f**king hurt!" He hisses at me, trying to be intimidating, yet failing to do so.

"You're my problem. Please move, I want to finish this book I've been reading." I sigh trying to prevent my eye from twitching.

He rolled his eyes and stood up with his arms crossed like a spoiled brat. "Fine."

He walks out the library to do whatever he does. Most likely to complain to Jasper about me telling him to leave.

Not like Jasper would listen to his nonsense.

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"Hey Fear! I got a joke for you!"

I facepalm. Coby always found it hilarious to annoy me constantly.

"No."

"Why do black widows eat their mates after s*x?"

I felt a blush to my cheeks but I ignored it and tried to pretend he wasn't in my face.

"D*ck envy!" He laughs and even lets out a few ugly snorts.

I quickly shove him aside. "That is not the reason you moron."

Coby shook his head and slapped my shoulder in a playful way which caused me to hiss.

"Fine I've got one for you."

"Ooh! Cool! Lay it on me!"

"What do you and a broken pencil have in common? I'll let you think a while, after all it'll take you days to figure it out." I chuckle and leave the room.

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After a day of dealing with nonsense, I decided to call it a day.

I enter my room and kick off my boots, my feet were very very tiny. I roll my eyes and lay on my bed with my soft sheets around me.

I lay my glasses on the nightstand and close each of my eyes.

Knock knock knock.

I felt my face plates twitch in anger as I opened my eyes. "What!?"

"Fear? Can I sleep in your room?"

I sigh. "Mari, why can't you sleep with creator?"

"Amour won't let me in her room." He says.

"Fine. Just don't touch anything."

"Yay! Thank you!"

Ugh..

Mari's bright yellow colors hurt my eyes, he really did stand out against the dark colors of my room.

He smiled down at me. "Thank you Fear!"

I rolled my eyes and scooted over to make room for him. "Don't kick me again or I will kick you out."

Mari nodded and plopped next to me. "Fear why is your bed so bouncy?" He giggles.

I sigh already hating my younger cousin even more. "Because I usually never use it."

"You're weird!" He pokes the hourglass on my forehead.

It makes me blink, I quickly step out of bed and crawled on the ceiling.

Mari looked up at me. "You look stupid."

"Go to bed Mari." I hiss.

Mari shrugged his shoulders and wrapped himself in the blankets. "You really should get a tv. Its too quiet in here."

I ignored him and wrapped myself in my trench coat, which smelled of my adoptive mother. Which always soothed me.

Mari giggles. "Mommy's boy!"

"Shut up! Go to bed dammit!"

"Potty mouth!" Mari nuzzles his face into his fluff and rolls over as to not face me. 

Good.

Finally, I let out a yawn and fell asleep.

End. I got bored, I may make more of these. Just pick who's next!