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Average Day....Maybe. (Hellsworld AU Fic)

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  1. 6:30 AM
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  3. The alarm clock had busily rang, the bizarre and rattling sound of it's buzzing nearly ricocheting off the walls of the half-polished house, becoming a burden for a certain girl that resided in that very room, none the less other people that lied still peacefully sleeping despite it's wake. The girl groaned, tossing and turning in her bed before facepalming, turning back around and sliding her feet, planting them lightly on the floor as she slammed her hand down on the alarm-clock, seeming to look familiar to a favourite television show she would occasionally watch.
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  5. Rubbing her eyes while looking groggy, she blinked a couple times before staring at what appeared to be a few three digit numbers. Later those same eyes would widen, and she would slowly began to stand up, this being the exact time she would plan to start off the day and stay away from the rest of the others, for now, until she were to come home. She quickened her pace and stepped across the wooden floor, deciding to take a small shower, cook up some pancakes from the artic freezer, and eventually leave straight out the door. Not speaking much, or hardly trying to wake up the others, for she knew they'd do that themselves.
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  7. 7:01 AM
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  9. The hair-horned demon gazed around for a minute, after hearing the solid door of the house shut closed from the front, the embodiment of Wrath was on the prowl, sneaking in like he usually does through the living room floor until he was met with a widened table, suited enough for more than required people to sit down and have a nice meal for any occasion, simple or celebratory.
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  11. His lips curved upwards into a grin, for the next few minutes after that "borrowing" bites from all sides of the table delectable food was placed on, since it as long as he wasn't caught doing it, no one can consider it a crime. Now, if only that was how life worked while performing a mass murder of common citizens and bystanders, but it didn't. With those thoughts in mind, the demon licked his lips, showcasing his sharp, whitened teeth for a split second, and mischief on his brain. Whisking a loaded rifle in his hand and stepping across the carpet, until the door, and he also managed to leave. Forgetting that he left traces of evidence that he acquired some of the food left behind.
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  13. 8:35 AM
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  15. "...He ate the pancakes again, didn't he." suddenly muttered the void-eyed boy standing next to a rather unfazed brunette, but everyone else knew that whenever said brunette seemed to be unfazed, was when he was the most ticked off. And if the clenched right fist holding onto a bottle of fresh maple syrup wasn't the indication of this, the lustful demon didn't know what else to think.
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  17. The brunette glanced back at the other demon, his expression now contorting into aggravated rage, which was exactly what the chest-haired boy was foreshadowing. "Fifth time. This. Fucking. Week." He grumbled, his rage lasting for a whole few minutes, until he sighed and figured that the void-eyed male was gonna ignore him, seeming content with just the half pieces of pancakes he had and preferring not to confront the wrathful sin about it.
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  19. Once the brunette demon had sat comfortly down on the chair, he squirmed a bit in it to get use to the feeling, his clover eye's trailing back and forth across the table, until he noticed something. At least half of the pancakes on the plates were eaten, except for the brunette's himself. He shrugged a little at this observation, this must be the benefits of being a sin of greed. No one can touch anything of yours, because if they do, it's likely you will suffer a consequence before comprehension. Even a serial killer had to of known that.
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  21. After a minute, he grinned and began to grab a fork, stabbing the piece of pancake that was left on his table, and glanced an eye towards the lust-filled demon to his right. The man he gazed at eyeing him with major envy at all this, until he glanced upwards and the two finally exchanged sight. The chestnut-haired demon narrowing his eyebrows, knowing that this male was gonna spit out fighting words, like the usual.
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  23. "Tord didn't eat mine because I'm not a ragged whore."
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  25. "Oh please, you just don't wanna admit that this, 'ragged whore', can get more vagina than you can."
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  27. This was the kicker, the brunette now stuffing a piece of pancake in his face and didn't seem too bothered by his comeback. He tilted his head slightly towards him and raised an eyebrow at his assumption. "This isn't an competition over smashing people, Thomas, and the fact that you think I'd go that low to 'compete' with you, is highly unsettling."
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  29. Thomas' left eye twitched, and he planted his knife on the table that he was going to use in order to cut another of the smoothly surfaced pancake. "..The fact that you think ANY of this is now our new NORMAL is more unsettling to me. Edd."
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  31. The cold, dreary living room had fallen silent, freezing the atmosphere even more, the two now exchanging glances as this became a western stand-off. Except, before the sherif was gonna fire and end this battle, he planted his feet on the ground and left away, which is exactly what Edd decided to do, his enormous blood-boiling temperature fading down. Lifting up his fork and placing it flat on the table, plate shown clear, and beginning to walk out of the room. Leaving Thomas' there to contemplate what even just happened.
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  33. 9:00 AM
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  35. Meanwhile, second void-eyed male of the household laid around in the house, resembling the habits of a common sloth, he had earlier recognized some voices that he knew had to be either Edd or Thomas, but considering where his thoughts lied he had forgotten what it was about, and simply didn't care Mich about the convo. He stretched out his arms, relaxing against one of the household's couches and plopped on it, eyes about to shut closed until he heard light skipping step through the hall, the lazy male rolled his eyes, conscious enough to remember this voice as it rolled off "Jonnnnnny..~" on it's tongue like a sing-song. The voice—commonly seen as ginger—arrived in the room, wearing a friendly grin on his face despite a twisted persona that lied.
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  37. "..Where's my fifteenth-and-still-vital-to-my-well-being slave..!~ The male cheered with a corrupted tone, skipping alongside the couch, and crossing his arms. He smiled once more.
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  39. Jon had glanced over, keeping one eye open as he faced the ginger male. "...Weird, I didn't know you numbered your slaves."
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  41. "Yes! After all, if I can't keep track, how many should I know to keep alive?" Jon was lightly disturbed by this comment, his other eye fluttering open at the male, he slowly sat up and stared at him blankly.
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