Before I get screamed at, I'm making this for the people who said they shipped it.

And, its not really shipping, its more of Cupid annoying Dust more than anything.

Feel free to read anyway.

Random fact: Cupid is bisexual.

Enjoy. *hides behind Cyrus and Amour*

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Dust didn't understand why he even went to these party things, no one really spoke to him and he hated everyone in the room.

And he was starting to get disturbed by the short haired, horned girl who was constantly around Horrors waist.

He crept out of his corner far from them and into another one, sharpening his claws with his knife, taking a sip of punch which was now clear for some reason.

"Hello again!" A bright pink blur runs up to him, smiling brightly.

Dust rolls his eyes. "Blueberry I told you I'm not--- oh its you... What do ya want ya creampuff?"

Cupid rolled his eyes. "Its Cupid, now. Why are you just hiding away in the corner again?"

Dust sighed, knife tight in his grip. "I've told ya once.. I hate these stupid parties.  And everyone here! Stupid Horror dragged me here.. Probably just to see your mom."

Cupid shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah he's over a lot.. Romeo might have something to do with that... Anyway, why do you hide behind that hood all the time?"

The hooded skeleton groaned, leaving against the wall. "Just leave me the f**k alone.. Let me be depressed.."

Cupid shook his head. "I bet my aura is getting to ya isn't it? Don't hide from your feelings!" The pixie hugs the grumpy skeleton.

"Dude get the f**k off me!" Dust screeches, trying to swing his knife only for it to be turned and be inches from his throat. "What the f**k!?"

Cupid's eyes turned gold, red clouding the blacks of his sockets. "Try. I dare you."

In the blink of an eye his sockets were back to normal, Cupid still held Dust's knife. "No more of that nasty attitude, right grumpy butt?"

Cupid giggles and tucks the knife into his scarf. "No more stabby stab! Get into the corner and think about changing that attitude!"

Dust's eye twitched. "No way in hell am I gonna listen to you pillow pants! You're not my mother!"

Cupid's eyes changed again, turning back to that golden crimson. "You're getting your a** in that corner or else I'm gonna cut your limbs off."

Dust felt his soul drop as he quickly sped walked into the corner, crossing his arms as he pouted.

"Good boy!" Cupid giggles before running back to Dream and Blueberry.

Horror walked over to the hooded skeleton with a drunk horned human thrown over his shoulders. "Ay, Dust? What ar ya doin'?"

Dust huffed. "Nothing! I like facing the wall, its soooo fascinating! Look at how blue it is!"

Horror gives him a strange wtf look before shrugging his shoulders and taking the girl to a backroom, a very skeptical Coby slithering after the two.

Dust grumbled to himself, not even noticing the pixie behind him, his hands at the ready.

Cupid pulled down Dust's hood and smiled. "Wow! You look so much better without that depressing hood on! Who knew you had such pretty eyes!"

Dust growled and pulls the hood back over his head. "Go away angel's food cake!"

Cupid glared at him before his smile returned. "Actually, I prefer devils food cake.. Anyway I gotta go! Try smiling, I think you'd be much happier if you did. And, remember, you don't have to hide your face all the time. And.. I think your fun to tease."

Dust's face flushes as he hides into his hood even more. Where... Where  Cupid's eyes purple just then?

Cupid pats him on the back before dragging a drunk Asher by the tail out the door, a slice of cake in his other hand.

Coby ran passed him with Creator on his back, her having an ice pack on her head and Horrors jacket tied around her waist.

Nightmare walked up the Dust his hands on his hips. "Hey! You out of time out yet? Get your a** up, were getting the hell out of here."

Dust nods and follows after the rest of the villains, Horror having lipstick prints on his face, BlackBerry angrily stomping ahead.

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Dust looked at his hands, missing his knife. If he wanted it back that meant..

He'd have to see that bipolar Angel again.. 

.....

Eh... One visit wouldn't hurt. Would it?

(I have no idea why I wrote this. Oh well even if you don't ship it or you're neutral to it, I hope you enjoyed. )