Killer introduces a kitty to one of his other teammates. Ok, maybe he doesn't, but it's close enough, right?

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"Oh my stars."

Cross stared down at the tiny animal before him. A kitten. The smallest, most struggling kitten he'd ever seen. It looked so young, how did it get in the castle? It couldn't have just snuck in, it was far too frail and wobbly on its feet for that, but Cross didn't recall any cat species having any sort of shortcutting ability.

He lifted the little thing off the hardwood floor of the hallway by its scruff, cringing a little at the high-pitched – and rather loud – meow he received. He examined it best he could with its constant squirming, silently noting the odd coloring around its eyes. Maybe it was just born like that? No, it looked too clean and smooth of a line to have been natural.

As he gently scritched at the spot between its eyes with a phalanx, an odd substance was lightly dusted on its tip after he pulled it away. Not a natural occurence, then. What could it have been? It definitely wasn't Nightmare's goop, it would still be perfectly visible in the light-colored fur, and Killer's eye tar was too watery to do anything other than stain slightly, and it looked as though it had been somewhat cleaned recently.

He cringed again at the almost-yowl it gave, tucking it against his neck as if the fluff of his jacket's hood would be enough to silence it. He didn't know what any of the others would do if they found a small, weak, and defenseless animal wandering around, so it seemed guarding it was his only other option if he didn't want it to get harmed or such.

"Criss-Cross!"

He jumped, both at the feeling of tiny kitten claws digging into his collarbone and at the sound of Killer's voice appearing behind him, and spun around to face the slightly shorter skeleton.

"Killer. Is something wrong?"

Killer shifted his weight from foot to foot, appearing anxious for a minute before deflating slightly. Cross didn't know if that was good or bad.

"yeah, actually. i, um... lost something, of mine. i was wonderin' if you've seen anything out of place? 'cause i'm pretty sure you'd notice it, it's uh.. pretty hard to miss? if that makes sense?"

Cross blinked. Surely the knife-wielding skeleton wasn't talking about the creature digging its tiny claws into his neck and collarbone, right??

If he wasn't, Cross was in for a hell of a lot of teasing in the coming days.

He reached up again, having lowered his hands to his sides to appear somewhat casual, and grabbed the small, stabby kitten by the scruff again, with some struggle. He held it out to Killer.

Killer stared, eyesockets about as wide as an owl's, his usual grin popping back up moments later as he carefully grabbed the stabby little thing.

"great! thanks, Crossy!"

And then Killer shortcut away, leaving a rather confused – and slightly relieved – Cross standing foolishly in the middle of an empty hallway.

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HEYY SORRY FOR NO UPDATE YESTERDAY I WAS MOSTLY ASLEEP AND DIDN'T GET TO FINISH THIS