Welcome to your temporary home Atlas! He'll be staying at the mansion for a while. So feel free to request him!

Making this chapter so you know more about him. :3

I know his release was random, but I made six randomly generated character's and out of all of them, he was the best one. And one was a poofy moth skele who nibbled at the ends of his sweaters.

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"It'll just be a while until I can have another house built for you, unless you would like to stay with the misfits?" Creator stood in the living room, pacing while on the phone.

Hallow hung from the ceiling in his bat form, watching over her. Wondering who the hell she was talking to. There was eighteen of them, did she really make another one?

How many sons can one horned girl have?

"I didn't think so." She giggles. "I'll see you soon, safe travels." She hangs up, returning her beloved phone to her pockets.

"Hallow I know you're stalking me. Come down I need to talk to you." Creator says without looking above.

Hallow pouts, then glides down to land on her shoulder. "Fine you caught me. Who's staying?"

Creator pats him on the head and begins to walk up the stairs. "Another one of my creations, until I can get him a house built. He's staying with us for the time being."

Hallow tilts his head. "Anything vwe need to know about him? Danger? Innocent?"

"He has a deadly touch, so, don't touch him and you'll live." She giggles, turning down the hall.

"That's not concerning at all. Vwant me to tell the others?"

She nods. "Please, I'm going to set up the guest room. Oh, and can you get Fear for me please?"

Hallow smiles. "Sure thing." The fuzzy bat hops of her shoulder and flies down the opposite hallway.

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After a soft knock on the doorway, the short widow had walked into the guest room that had been recently painted purple.

"Hallow said you needed me?" Fear asks, walking up behind her.

She smiles. "Can you sew a new comforter? I think Gael spilled his lucky charms all over it again."

Fear nods. "Of course. Any color?"

"Purple with black trim with the fleur de lis design?" She hands him a quick sketch she made.

The widow adjusts his glasses and looks over the sketch. "It should be rather simple, any specific scent?"

She nods. "Old books and wilted roses?"

"You've got it." Fear takes the clipboard from her then leaves the room.

"Get Cupid for me!" She yells after him.

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"Black roses? You know if you give those to someone it means you want them to drop dead, right?" Cupid asks, holding a vase in his hands.

Creator nods. "I know, but to make it less depressing put some purple ones in there too!"

Cupid lifts a brow. "Okay then! Be right back!"

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"I think it looks lovely Ms.Creator." Jasper says sweetly, floating next to the horned woman as he looked over the newly formed room.

Creator smiles. "I'm glad you think so, I hope he likes it."

"So, who's staying with us?"

"Atlas Grimsly." She says, leaving the room.

Jaspers eyes widen, anger taking over him at the name mentioned. He quickly fazes through the floor leaving red smoke in his wake.

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A pair of suitcases plop on the floor by the front door. A skeleton clad in a black cloak stood and removes his hood.

"Atlas!" Creator smiles and runs up to hug him in a bone crushing hug, much like her usual hugs.

"Mon creator! Lovely to see you again Mon Cheri. ~" He chuckles wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"I thought you said he had a deadly touch?" Hallow asks, sitting on the banister.

Creator let's go of the reaper and crosses her arms. "Not me, I'm his creator, dumbass."

Hallow rolls his eyes and half smiles at the new skeleton, him being slightly shorter than the vampire.

Atlas simply smiles at the vampire. "Hallow Bloodgood, poor boy born with thin blood, vampire mother bit you to keep you alive."

Hallow's eyes widen. "How did you know that?"

Atlas shrugs his shoulders. "I know everything about each of you idiots, Creator kept me caught up."

Creator takes Atlas's hand and pulls him into the living room. "See you at dinner Hallow!"

Hallow stood there in shock.

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"Hey new guy! The names-"

"Cobradusa Chloros? I know., good boy gone bad?" Atlas grins, resting his hands in his pockets.

"Dude.. Cool, but creepy. Uh.. Nice to meet you too?" Coby lifts a brow, each of his vipers just as confused as he was.

Atlas slowly floats over to the short gorgon, overlooking him. "Hmm.. I thought you would have been taller. Cute hairstyle by the way."

As Atlas and Creator leave the living room, a single viper falls to the floor, dead.

"Oh my god! Emerald!?" Coby cries and retrieves the dead snake off the floor.

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"Sebastian Hastings. Solo boy from the United kingdom, chose to raise himself since he scares away everyone he meets. Thus getting the nickname Fear." Atlas grins, closing the book in the widows hands.

Fear slowly looks up at the reaper with annoyance. "I'd prefer if you would leave me alone and stop telling everyone my life story."

Creator nervously smiles. "Um, Fear this is Atlas. He's the one that's going to stay with us!"

Fear narrows his eyes. "I'd prefer if it were Mari." He rises from his seat and leaves the room silently.

Atlas shrugs and smiles. "I think he likes me."

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"Asher, c'mere pup. I want you to meet Atlas." Creator smiles.

The werewolf slides out from under his bed. "Sorry ma. Just doin' some summer cleaning."

Asher stands and looks over the new purple clad skeleton in interest. "I'm loving that cloak thing. You're killing it."

Atlas suddenly grins. "Oh I like you already."

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"This is Lockheart-"

"Go f**k yourself."

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"Never mind then. Um.. I'll show you the kitchen."

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"Well, someone is fond of pink." Atlas chuckles, floating next to the small horned woman.

"Yeah, my choice believe it or not." She giggles. "Cupid, are those cookies done yet?"

Atlas feels his soul skip a beat as a pink shortie walked into the room, wearing an apron and icing on his chubby cheeks.

"Sorry! It got a little messy!" Cupid giggles and sets down a plate full of rich chocolate cookies on the table.

"J'ai eu un coup de foudre..." Atlas mumbles with a present black blush.

( I fell in love at first sight.)

Cupid smiles, fluttering over to the reaper. "I get that a lot. Don't worry about it too much, its just my aura."

Atlas's eyes widen. "You speak French too? Je t'aime.~"

(I love you)

Cupid's cheeks turn a tad pink. "Well, they do say France is the most romantic place on earth, so yes I speak French as my second language."

Suddenly the petite angel gets scooped up in a massive hug before getting twirled and spun.

"Finally! Some one who understands me!" Atlas grins and squeezes Cupid tighter.

Cupid's cheeks flush as he wraps his arms around his shoulders as to not fall.

"And he's an angel, being blessed he can't die if you touch him... Sorry if I ruined the moment." Creator awkwardly coughs.

After setting Cupid down, Atlas quickly back hugs him, arms tight around him. "Even better."

Cupid laughs. "Merci."

(Thank you)

Atlas grins and nuzzles his face into Cupids cotton candy scented scarf.

"Creator? Is dinner ready yet? Coby is getting cranky--" Hallow stops seeing the reaper cuddling the angel.

"Hey Hallow. It'll be done shortly, just a few more minutes." Cupid beams, ignoring the clingy reaper.

Hallow's eye twitches. "Could you put him down?"

Atlas rolls his eyes. "Non. Too comfy."

Hallow grits his teeth and walks over to the two of them. "I'm immortal too d*ckhead." He shoves the reaper onto the floor, standing in front of Cupid.

Cupid and Creator don't even bat an eye as the two of them go to finish up dinner.

"Jealous?"

"F**k off."

"Nah, I think I'll stay awhile.~"