Cut the Dotted Line
Hexsy Lore | Hex3
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WARNING: This fanfiction contains themes of body horror, gore, and violence.
Darkness. Everlasting, embracing darkness. That's all that SMG3 could see. Above, below, forward, back, the lack of light followed his gaze eagerly as he found himself lying on the ground.
His head buzzed with a lingering static, attempting to recall his memories only to stumble back to the moment the television in the castle started to act strange. His brain throbbed against his skull in protest as he got up to his hands and knees, slowly shuffling across the room.
His gloved hands moved across the ground, trying to find something, anything that wasn't just the flat surface his hands kept finding. He knew he couldn't have been in just a small, compact room. He hoped he wasn't just trapped in a tiny space with nothing but him and his thoughts kept within.
“Give me something…” He whispered harshly, his Australian accent thick from the fact he'd snapped out of his hypnotized state and the feeling of unease crawling up his spine. And that's when he felt it.
Grass. Thick blades of grass with what felt like twigs and weeds. And smooth plastic laid right in the middle of the patch. He wasted no time gripping the object, feeling across it, and realizing it was a flashlight. He stood up, bringing the object close to his face to try and see if he could find the switch for it. It took a moment to hit it, but his thumb did the job and now he had a light source.
“That's better, now where am I?” He spoke aloud, casting the light to the ground. As if it were a stage light, it brightened the ground devoid of light to a dirt path covered in foliage and bits of grass. SMG3 suddenly shone the light to the sides of him, trees of a tropical nature revealing themselves.
This looked like the Internet Graveyard. He almost lost his grip entirely on the light before clinging onto it. Nostalgia hit him like a grenade. He hadn't been here in a while, not ever since he had built his café on the Showgrounds.
His feet moved forward without his command, dragging him through the area with a muscle memory he couldn't quite shake off. He turned off his flashlight as the area brightened and revealed itself as he journeyed ahead. The feeling of the Internet Graveyard slowly took hold as well, the humidity of the jungle rolling over him in waves, causing him to roll up the sleeves of his royal purple sweater up to his elbows.
“Damn, I forgot how hot this place is… was it ever this hot?” He rubbed his forearm, chuckling weakly as he finally managed to navigate fully through the forest, popping out to where his old Starbucks was. It looked just as he left it, except for a feeling that was rooted in his gut.
It was uncomfortable, it squirmed, and it dug into every inch of his skin. The air felt heavy with something he couldn't name like he knew something was amiss but couldn't figure out what. He knew he was alone, but that didn't feel correct.
He was snapped out of his train of thought by a loud bang in the back of the café. He jolted, tensing up before he gained his courage back and grew gruff. “Oi! Get out of there! That's for employees only!” He barked, running into the back and catching a glimpse of something white before it disappeared out of the back door.
SMG3 didn't hesitate to pursue, going into a full-on sprint as he chased after the pathway he saw the glint of white go. “Don’t think running is gonna do you any better! You’re not escaping that easily!” As he disappeared into the tree line, his environment changed once more.
He was still in a green area, but it somehow felt more different. The humidity had nulled and the area felt much more domesticated. He emerged from a tree line, his eyes meeting with a bridge made up of white bricks that bridged across a medium-sized stream of water. He felt compelled to move forward, slowly walking across with that uncomfortable feeling weighing down more in his gut.
Once he crossed, he felt his throat tighten. He knew where this was. Peach's Castle. Or, well, what was left of it, anyway. His breath shuddered as he met his gaze on the gnawing pit of teeth and eyes. A physical embodiment of personal demons that was never satisfied, a lingering reminder of a perfectionist.
SMG3 felt like he should know how this happened, and who did this, but it seemed his mind was intentionally blocking it out. The name was on the tip of his tongue. Yet, he couldn't speak it. Before he could dwell too long and spiral, he heard a voice beside him.
“She's here, you know.” It murmured, startling Three and making him turn, only to find nothing there from where the voice originated.
“What? Who? Who is she?” SMG3 darted his head from side to side, only to feel a hand on his shoulder from behind. He quickly turned, meeting the gaze of someone for just a moment before they disappeared from his vision.
“More importantly, why am I moving locations so quickly? First, I wake up in what literally could be described as a cube of darkness, then I find myself in the Internet Graveyard, and now I’m back at Peach’s Castle? What does it all mean?” He threw his arms up in the air, obviously frustrated from the lack of communication.
“She's fighting herself. She has nobody to depend on to break herself free. You must find her and set her free.” The voice declared once more with a sense of urgency, contributing nothing to his queries and instead continuing to talk in rhymes.
He placed a hand on his nose, rubbing the bridge of it as it scrunched up in frustration at the lack of information. “Look, I have no clue what you're talking about. So you better fess up and stop acting cryptic or I'll—I’ll blow you to bits!” He threatened, standing up on his tippy toes to try and act like he was in charge.
A hand formed in the thin air, making quick work to move towards him and press hard against his chest. Without so much as a warning, Three felt himself getting shoved into the pit. He screamed a high-pitched yell, curling into himself and bracing to meet the hard ground.
Plop.
Three felt a cold surface surrounding him as he sinks into it, evenly distributing the shockwave of impact. Fluffy, fresh snow blanketed him in his fall. He groaned as he rolled over onto his back, pushing the sleeves back down as the cold nipped at his skin.
“Fucking weirdo.” He muttered harshly under his breath, brushing off his black overalls as he bad-mouthed the mysterious voice. Snow fell to the ground with ease, feeling almost tranquil as it added to the winter wonderland.
SMG3 suddenly felt a thought emerge, no reason behind it or the urgency that plagued it. Go west. The thought made him take pause and turn, his amber eyes greeted with dead, black trees that arched into an entrance. The coincidence of it made him shiver from the cold and his unease. That uncomfortable sinking feeling that wrestled in his gut turned more profound, feeling like he had swallowed a dumbbell and it was throwing him off balance.
His legs wobbled, needing to brace himself on one of the dead trees to the archway. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and his heart started to pound in his chest. Horror, fear, determination, and worry all began clambering up into a ball into his chest, making it feel like it was hard to breathe.
He pushed onward after a long moment of debate, shivering as he clutched his arms tightly into himself. The tranquil of the snowflakes faded into a harder, pounding storm. The cold bit at his cheeks, his neck, any place where it could find exposed skin and sink into it. His eyes kept to the ground, trying to protect themselves from getting frozen over.
The snow crunched under his feet, his breath freezing over until he felt the desire to look up. The snow clinged to his eyelashes, coating them in white before he blinked and saw it. A woman with a ring light tail, her back facing him.
Like a train, it hit him. His memories came rushing back like they were held back by a floodgate. Hexsy. The name purred in his head, sending warmth through his body and numbing the cold for now.
“Hexsy?” His hand reached out, her name leaving his lips slowly, waiting for her reaction.
Hexsy flinched at the call of her name, like she was in a witness protection program and he had said her old name before she had switched her identity. She turned, and to the surprise of SMG3, he saw the carvings of pink scars on the right side of her face.
“Three?” She asked softly, her eyes soft before they seemed to harden with panic, pushing him away from her. Her body language became guarded, curling into herself. “W-what are you doing here? You have to get away from me!” She yelled, fearful of what would follow if he continued to stay around her.
“Are you crazy? I’m not leaving you that easily! I’ve been trapped here alone for who knows how long, and you think I’m just gonna walk away because you said so?” He stepped forward, grasping her hands in his and squeezing them. ”No. Give me a reason, give me one good reason to leave.”
At the stubborn remark, her face dropped. She realized Three wasn’t truly going anywhere. Because she had no reason to push him away beside a feeling. “Three, I…” She muttered, feeling the fear slowly melt away, for just a moment. Right until she felt her skin shift under her sleeveless turtleneck.
Her eyes widened as she stepped back subconsciously. Her bones shifted in her back and poked out incorrectly, making room for what wanted to grow in. “SMG3…” She spoke desperately, coughing out a substance textured in grey static before she doubled over. “Run, run while you still have the chance!”
Suddenly, a sickening crack broke through the gush of wind. The air went quiet, as if observing the undesired transformation, silently delighting in her agony. Hexsy fell to her elbows and knees, coughing harder as her body trembled in pain, her ring light flashing a bright red.
“Hexsy!” SMG3 yelled, dashing over to her and kneeling down, placing a hand over her back. At closer observation, he noticed the pink cracks in her face spread. They deepened and widened, snapping into the skin like they were always there in the first place. “Hexsy, come on, speak to me.”
“Bad move.”
Before he could react, an eldritch tendril had sprouted from Hexsy’s back with a squelch, covered in moving muscles and eyes that pierced into him. The mouth gnawed against itself, the teeth clicking.
“Fuck!” SMG3 grunted as he slammed into a tree, going limp against the surface as he tried desperately to get back up. Hexsy had sprouted a handful of the tendrils out of her back, each one equally unnerving as the last one until she could use them to lift herself up. Two of them landed on each side of him, the landscape around them starting to glitch out until a circle of dead, tall trees surrounded them in the wintery landscape.
She leaned down, a grin splitting her face in two as she seemed manic about the endeavor. “Or maybe a brave one, who am I to judge? Make it dramatic, make it last! All the more entertaining for me, Three.” Two voices erupted from Hexsy, one belonging to her, and the other sounding enthusiastic and familiar, but unplaceable.
His breath caught in his throat, taking in the change of demeanor and realizing that this wasn’t Hexsy standing in front of him, it was something much more malevolent. It was using Hexsy as a puppet, and Three realized he had to fight back.
He rolled out of the way as the tendril to his left lunged for his chest, standing up and scrambling to find the pistol he kept on him. “Come on, come on. Where is it? I had it on me just a second ago…” He cursed quietly.
In the moment of scrambling, Hexsy lunged for him again. He almost struggled to duck out of the way, but managed a clean side step. Hexsy rolled on the ground, briskly getting back up. Her tail wagged behind her in a similar fashion to an excited dog. “I can see why starshine likes ya. You’re quick on your feet.”
The tendrils raised behind her, the teeth on them parting like she was getting ready to let them eat. “I’ll be sure to revise that in the script.” Her fangs glinted in the snow. Her stance remained tense as she noticed he had finally found his gun.
“I’d like to see you try.” SMG3 snarkily remarked, cocking the gun and keeping his finger off the trigger. He kept his gaze locked on her ring light tail, watching for a color change carefully. Once it flickered yellow, his hand was on the trigger as she made a move for him once more.
A shot fired, hitting one of her tendrils. She scoffed, letting the hit tendril hang loosely behind her back. “Aw, well that’s not fantastical violence. This is highly inappropriate for an audience of impressionable youth.” Her gaze became cold as she locked eyes with the gun, spitting fragments of the bullet out of the tendril’s mouth and letting it sink back into her body.
“Now drop it. We have an age rating, and I plan to stick to it.” She commanded, the second voice gaining more dominance and volume.
He gripped the gun tighter, his gaze defiant as he met Hexsy’s gaze. She hummed, folding her hands behind her back. “Suit yourself. I’ve always loved a good thriller.” She laughed, the sound glitchy before she pounced on him, pinning him to the ground with his hands pinned to his sides. The gun fell to the snow as he gasped.
He looked around in a panic for anyway to turn this around, spotting the tendril she was inching towards him. With a sigh of oncoming regret, he sank his teeth hard and quick into the muscular tendril, causing her to yelp and jump back.
“Ow! The fuck was that for?!” Her voice came through much more clearly, and he knew he was instantly onto something as he saw the scars on her face minimize to a more normal state. He scurried to get back up with his pistol in his hand. “Hexsy! Can you hear me? Tell me what’s happening!”
“SMG3, it’s—” Before Hexsy could continue, a loud static crackle emitted from her. Her pupils disappeared from her scleras for a moment as the scars quickly went back to their intensified state.
“None of your business.” The professional voice smoothly sunk back into her speech, cutting off her voice entirely for a few seconds as she brushed off her chest. “Dirty move. But I appreciate the raw emotion of you fighting for your life.” She giggled. “Please, keep giving it your all, I’m inviting you to. It’ll make it more enjoyable when I defeat you.”
SMG3 fired a warning shot that whizzed past Hexsy’s head, grazing her ear slightly. He was dead set on ending this fight, especially since he knew that she was still under this theatrical persona her possessor decided to puppet her under. “Cut the shit, you washed-up potential of an actor, and get out of Hexsy’s body.”
Her eyes moved from the direction the bullet went to him, that unsettling grin settling back onto her face. “Feisty. But I would rather not. She’s such a good puppet, very malleable for use. And she’s an amazing worker. Don’t you agree?” The second voice glitched out for a moment, sending a shiver up his spine and a sinking feeling down to his gut.
“You don’t get to talk about her like that.” He growled, suddenly diving for Hexsy. He pulled his fist back and slammed the barrel of his gun into her head. Her jaw snapped back with a pop, her tendril hitting him in a side swipe and to her right as she attempted to stabilize herself. He skidded in the snow, making a large pile of it by his head as he came to a stop.
Her gaze met him in a moment of hesitation. “You remember the first time you saw these scars?” She asked, actively fighting to keep her grasp on control for just a little longer. She didn’t wait for a response. “They show up only because of one person. I signed a contract, and—”
Once more, that static sound crackled through the frigid air, only louder and feeling like it boomed this time. “Stars, we can’t reveal the plot that early! Tsk, tsk. It’s about showing, not telling.” The voice huffed, adjusting an imaginary pair of straps before she dashed for him once more.
He didn’t hesitate to fire a shot, landing a hit. He saw it pierce into her chest, her expression turning to surprise for a moment. Three’s heart pounded in his ears as he saw her hand move to her chest, gripping the gaping wound.
“Hexsy..?” Three muttered, gently gripping Hexsy’s shoulder with his hand, trying to read her expression.
He saw the tendril closest to her left shoulder blade and to her heart sink back into her back. The fragments of the bullets were spat out by a new tendril with a soft clink. The blood that was originally gushing out of the wound glowed softly before repairing like no bodily injury had occurred.
“Sorry to cut the dramatics short,” She smirked, grasping his chin and forcing him to meet her gaze, reveling in how he tried to squirm away from her touch. “I know you’re just dying to figure out what’s causing your precious little ring light to glitch out, to whose causing her all the pain. But if I reveal all the plot, it won’t be fun anymore.” She pouted.
She suddenly gripped his wrist, wrestling the gun out of his hand and throwing it far away from him, not caring to see where it had landed in the snow. “That gun makes you so boring. You use it like a crutch. Nothing without a weapon, are you?” She mocked, trying to egg him on and get him to reach for it.
Her plan backfires on her as he swung his fist straight into her jaw. She fell back slightly, watching Three get up in the corner of her vision, scowling. In the back of her mind, she was proud he threw that punch, knowing with full certainty it was her SMG3.
She couldn’t suppress the small smile that quirked on the corners of her lips before it flattened. The two of them got back up into a standing position. Hexsy slowly began to circle around him, similar to a shark lurking around its prey, following him with her gaze.
“Not bad.” She said flatly, though SMG3 could tell her second voice was glitching and sharp, the words sarcastic and venomous in its tone. “I’ve underestimated you, it seems. Looks like you can hold up in a fight.” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, looking him up and down.
For a moment, he could’ve sworn that look was downright playful and mischievous. His determination hardened. “Hexsy, I know you’re in there. You’re the smartest woman I know, and I’m here for you. You need to figure out a way to get control back.” He pleaded, taking a preemptive step back as he predicted a move from her.
Hexsy paused for a moment, like the words had strung a cord in her. She knew what she had to do. She gave him a look that said she was forming a plan. The seconds lingered until she went back to fighting him, starting to throw kicks. SMG3 yelped, trying to avoid being met with a mouth full of soles.
“Power source, you’ve gotta…” She quietly whispered as he retaliated by pulling her wrists and throwing her to the ground. “Disturb it.” She managed to squeeze out before her body swiftly rolled and stood like a rabid animal.
Her tail wagged wildly from side to side, the light pulsing a bright yellow as she faked him out with a left hook and landed a hit straight into his gut. He wheezed, doubling over as he attempted to catch his breath. She wasted no time in ramming her knee up into his chest.
Three collapsed into the snow, the frozen water crunching under his weight. Hexsy loomed over him, a smug and satisfied grin on her face. “Well, I must say, it almost looked like you were winning for a moment.” She paused intentionally, eyes narrowing. “Almost.”
He spotted her ring light tail in front, tilting his head up to face her as she reached for her own pistol, aiming it with no remorse directly for his head. “Any last words, Three?” She pressed her foot into his ribcage, keeping him against the ground.
He internally cringed as he realized what he was going to have to do. But if Hexsy had told him to, hopefully she'll forgive him for this. “Yeah. Yeah I do, actually.” He took a deep breath, unintentionally biting his bottom lip. “Forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
“What are you talking about?” She chuckled curiously before feeling it. Teeth sinking into the wire of her ring light tail, the sound of a spark and disturbed electricity crackled as she couldn’t help the noise of pain and shock that left her lips.
“Oh, fuck. You little clever bastard.” She gritted through her teeth, grimacing. “Well played, you’ll pay for… you’ll… ooh, my head…” The ring light flickered before she fell on top of him, fully awake in her subconsciousness. Three gripped her hips, pulling her into his chest as he breathed hard and fast.
“C’mon, Hex. You can do this…” He softly encouraged, his eyebrows furrowed as he worriedly stared down at her.
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Hexsy’s hands met the black grounds of her mind, swiftly waking up to an alert state as she felt a tug on the golden string tied around her wrist. She looked to the direction of the tug, finding none other than the enthusiastic and dramatic man with a television for a head. Mr. Puzzles.
“No time for dwindling, Hexsy. Get back up. Keep fighting or I’ll do worse to him.” He threatened, Hexsy knowing very well Puzzles was serious on following through with the threat. In return, she tugged back at the string, digging her heels into the ground.
“I don’t want to work under you anymore. I’m my own person and I know better. You’re a villain.” She sneered, watching as Mr. Puzzles tugged again on the string, forcing her forward.
“You figured that out just now? Or were you just stupid enough to finally let the words leave your lips? Of course I’m a villain. And I’m not letting you go just because you said ‘please.’” He gripped the string with both hands, moving it to the side and slamming her into the ground with the amount of force used.
She grunted in surprise and from the pain that crawled up her nerves from being flung into the ground with such brute force, looking off to the side and spotting something in the middle of her mind.
On a porcelain podium floated a golden piece of parchment. She knew what it was, her contract. She instantly shifted her focus. She ran to the podium, Puzzles quickly catching onto what she was doing.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He growled, pulling at the string and getting her much closer to him than the first and second tug had. She stumbled from the sudden pressure and was thrown off her center of balance. “It’s not gonna be that easy.”
“It is that easy because you’re a moron.” She didn’t let it keep her down for long, rushing for the podium with increased desperation, getting closer every time until she was in front of it. She went to grab the paper, only to feel it pulse against her and send her back.
“Seriously, Hexsy. You didn’t think it was that easy and I was lying about it, did you? Taking the paper off of its podium? It’s almost humorous!” He laughed mockingly as he saw her land flat on her stomach, winding the rope and reeling her back towards him like a fisherman catching something and grasping the line back.
She went to say something sarcastic in return, only to hold her tongue. When he tugged on the string or when she pulled, the contract did the same, like it was deeply ingrained in the fibers of the string. Theoretically, if she broke the string apart…
A lightbulb went off in her mind. She didn’t hesitate to sink her teeth into the string, trying to use her fangs to cut a part of it and sever the connection between herself and Mr. Puzzles.
“Hey—stop!” Mr. Puzzles quickly realized what she was trying to do, scrambling over to her and trying to shove her head away from the string. She instead bit his hand in return, causing a black substance that was most likely oil to leak out of him, flashing the bright light of her ring light at him at full brightness. Like expected, he stepped back to regain his bearings, giving her an opportunity to put space between them and continue to chew down the string that connected them.
She sprinted as far as she could before she filed her teeth against the string, using both of her hands to push the string against the sharpest point in her teeth and continuing her attempts in breaking the connection.
She saw some of the fiber of the string fray, her hope increasing as she went faster in her attempts to cut the connection off fully. What she failed to observe is that he had charged for her and went to hand-to-hand combat.
Before she could finish the unnerving process of chewing off the side of her string, Puzzles had transformed into his television state and slammed head first into her gut. She wheezed, all of the air that circulated in her lungs leaving her with a cough of surprise.
Her eyes teared up as she curled into herself, shuddering as she couldn’t get any gasps of air in, clawing for her oxygen intake while Mr. Puzzles loomed over her. “Out of breath, starshine? You should give up while you’ve still got your head intact.”
She could only shake her head. She hurriedly checked her second belt pouch for anything that could help her, anything at all. And that’s when she felt it, the metallic handles of what felt like a closed box cutter. Her multitool!
She didn’t waste time pulling it out, looking at the multipurpose tool that had everything she needed. Her saving grace. She opened it up, watching the thing eagerly spring up, grooves and pieces of metal insistently waiting to be pressed and used for a job.
She pressed on the lower quarter of the tool, unlocking the small saw that was in the tool. She scooted away from him, moving her hand at an unruly and unnatural pace to serrate through the string.
“That is unfair! Hand those over now, Hexsy!” He tried to lunge for the tool, only for her to slice the blade against his forearm. He jumped back, clutching it as a black liquid stained the sleeves to the white button-up.
“Dirty little…” He muttered, watching as the string frayed more from the sharpness of the blade. Right before Hexsy could maneuver her hand a few more times to finish cutting into the rope, his hand twisted her wrist. He didn’t care for the sting of the blade piercing his palm, aiming the saw to her neck.
She gasped as her eyes formed a glistening layer of water over them, tears welling as her breath caught in her throat. “Not so tough now, are ya, starshine? You wanna play dirty? I’ll punish you. I’ll cut you open and replace every part of you until you’re nothing but an obedient technician.” He hissed with a sadistic glimmer in his eyes.
She squirmed against his gaze, grasping his wrist with one of hers, trying desperately to make sure he didn’t plunge the blade into her skin and follow through on his threat. Once she managed to get a firm hold, she took her other wrist that had the string on and grasped another side of it so it made a loop of where the frayed strings were.
“Hands off my work.” She growled. With a final cut, she jolted her hand upward, catching the string on the saw and finally breaking the connection apart. She saw him drop the weapon, skittering back before it could hit her. Once it touched the ground, she folded the saw back into the multitool and put it back in the pouch.
“No! You… you…” Mr. Puzzles gritted through his teeth, watching the parchment carefully. “Don’t think that this is over, brat. Just because you have sleight of hand doesn’t mean you’re defeating me that easily. You’ll forever be watching over your shoulder, even when the imminent threat of me diminishes. I will always have control over you.” He warned.
“Go to hell.” Hexsy stood up, fists clenched to her sides as she took a glance at the parchment on the podium, feeling her mind rumble before a clean, clear sound of paper ripping played through her mind.
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Hexsy stirred against SMG3’s chest, her surroundings leaking back into her. The bitter cold of the snow around them, the nipping of frostbite, the warmth of his body, all of it rushing in and sinking in so comfortably into her skin. The tendrils that had laid lump behind her had retracted into her skin, healing over the patch of skin in her back and snapping the bones back into place.
He watched with a brittle hope as he watched her ring light slowly illuminate a bright white. He held her face in his hands. “Hex! Hex, are you okay? Can you hear me?” He asked worriedly, turning her face over in his hands as he watched her eyes over. Those beautiful, mismatched eyes.
“Hexsy! Baby, I was so worried—” Before he could get another word in, she tackled him back into the snow, his back sinking into the white powder as her hands gripped his shoulders and shook him back and forth.
“What the hell, Three? What is wrong with you, biting my tail like that? You know how much that shit hurts?!” She yelled, her light going a bright red to express her frustration. “I could’ve hurt you! I could’ve bitten you really hard or done something that I didn’t mean to! I’ve told you I can feel stuff in the cord!”
He instantly sank into the snow guiltily, obviously still feeling bad for hurting her like that because he couldn’t find another way. “I’m really, really sorry. I know I should’ve looked for another way, but I just panicked…”
Her eyes softened as she looked down at him, the anger that she had kept inside to lash out at him later melting away as she saw how his body language shrunk him. Her words died on her tongue, a warm smile forming on her lips as she leaned down and squeezed her arms around his waist.
“...Thank you.” She muttered into the curve of his neck, the light instead fading into a soft, pastel pink. He was surprised by the shift in mood, but it quickly changed into contentment and relief that Hexsy was back, lacking the possessed double voice and the pink scars.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven? I’m really sorry I bit you in such a sensitive area.” He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her hum against his skin as she thought about if he should be forgiven.
“I’ll think about it. Maybe.” She huffed, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest. He laughed, sitting up on his knees and pulling her back towards his body, not quite letting go of the feeling of her in his arms.
“Good enough for me. I’ll make it up to you by cleaning the bathrooms for a week.” He grinned charismatically, causing her to scoff with a roll of her eyes. He knew while it seemed like she was annoyed with him, that spark in her eyes told him otherwise that she missed his company and was happy to be within it. “Does that improve my chances of an apology? Cause either way, I’ll do it.”
“Damn well it boosts your chances. If that’s your offer to make up for it, I guess I’ll have to forgive you.” She shook her head, leaning in close and capturing his lips in a slow and tender kiss, something they both needed after not having been with each other for weeks on end.
SMG3 practically melted, sighing softly as he cupped her cheek, the world fading around them until it was just the two of them. He felt like he was kissing her for the first time all over again, not ever wanting to let her go again.
Hexsy was the one who broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together as she felt like she was dying without having at least one part of them touching. “You’ve done so much for me, helped me out at my worst. I never want to attack you like that ever again.”
Her expression turned solemn as she pulled her face back just enough to glance over his body. “You didn’t think I was intentionally attacking you, did you?” She probed, seeking for an answer that confirmed he knew she hadn’t hurt him deliberately.
“No, the voice gave it away. Voices? Nevermind, you sounded like you were two people speaking.” He didn’t waste a moment in answering, watching as she visibly relaxed. He held her hand, squeezing it and running circles into it with his thumb on the upper side of her palm.
“Hex, I’ve seen you at your low and your lowest. No matter what monster you claim to be or what scars form on your body, you’re stuck with me. I’ll always be in your corner to take the hits and be there for you, okay?” He smiled wryly, feeling Hexsy slump into him, hands loosely wrapped around him behind his back.
“You’re right.” She admitted, tail wagging softly from side-to-side. “We’re both stuck with each other.”
“That’s the spirit, sweetheart. Now come on, let’s see if we can find somewhere else to catch up. I’m freezing my nips off.” He shuddered with his teeth clattering together as she slid on her magenta jacket, raising an eyebrow.
“You didn’t think to say that sooner?” She shoved her hands into her pockets, following alongside him as the circle of trees that surrounded them from earlier morphed into an opening for them to walk through.
He shrugged, smirking with a wink. “I got caught up in the moment. You make a man forget about his body temperature, what can I say?” He ran his hands up and down his arms for a moment, trying to generate heat. “Also, the water from the snow finally melted in my clothes and onto my skin.”
She barked out a laugh, throwing her head back before she slid her hand under his hat and ruffled his long black hair.
“Dork. Let’s go.” She gave him a smile full of teeth, picking him up and wrapping him around her body, letting him put his hands in her pockets as she held them tenderly, feet crunching in the snow as she walked off and searched for a warmer place, SMG3 back in her arms.
