Horror was getting frustrated. He’d been trying to court you for months now. But every attempt seemed to go over your head. He’d given you food. He’d flirted with you. Heck! He’d even made an effort to look nice. Well… as nice as a skeleton like him could get.

Deciding to be the petty skeleton he was, he made his way over to where you were. Promptly wrapping his arms around you, and resting his jaw on your head. An indifferent huff leaving him. His one red eye light staring off blankly.