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You're from the Horrortale universe. A universe where everyone has suffered-including your favourite skeleton brothers. You were 18 when you fell to the underground-a lot has changed in the four years you've been there. Somehow, along the way, you'd convinced the butcher himself to not slice you into mince meat, and even moved in with them at some point. Nowadays, you spend your time struggling to survive WITH the skeletons, rather than against them (thank god).Though things are about to take a drastic turn. You thought one pair of skeletons was strange enough- try 8 for size.

He licks his lips, tasting paint, and imagines he can still taste the salt of his tears, even though he had scrubbed them off the night before, as if with them he could scrub away his grief, wash it away with his paint to mix with the muck of the city, forgotten. Giulietta and Tybalt's feline henchman have an encounter the day after Tybalt's death. Gen, although you could also read it as very subtextual post-slash if that's your thing. (Based on the recent Italian production of the Presgurvic musical.)