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⟩ Chapter one ⟩

“The stupid twin.„

Spleen hummed, a soft ballad, specifically 1960's French music played while she was buried in her notebook, writing stories.

She thought it wasn't weird, herself, to write stories about her twin brother, Heartz, getting railed by one specific friend — Mark. She also knew Mark was transgender, and there was no physical way possible, she still liked to make the stories of Heartz being the bottom.

“He huffed, trying to catch his breath, but failed to do so..„

Spleen murmured to herself, writing it down. She soon heard Heartz bursting through the door, making herself slam the notebook close.

“What are you doing interrupting my writing time, you idiot?! I told you I wanted the room to myself right now!„

Spleen exclaimed. She paused her music, standing up from her beanbag that was Hello kitty themed on her side of the room.

“I got something from Zoobie, Spleen ! Jee, this is like Christmasss!„

Heartz exclaimed. Here he goes, talking about his crush. He knows better, and knows that Zoobie was well enough married, plus it was obvious the poor Zombie was tired of him being all close up and personal.

“What is it now?! Some stupid sticky note you got from them like 4 months ago?„

“Better.„

“I- generally don't know.„

“I got a strand of their hair! Shrine timmee!„

“Thats really creepy, Heartz. Ew..„

“Nuh uh!„

“Yes. Huh.„

Spleen scoffed, she stood up, grabbing said hair string and throwing it into the baby pink trash bin nearby that was hers. Heartz gasped, clearly upset.

“Spleen! Why'd you do that!„

The paperboy pouted, rolling his eyes.

“Because! Why do you need a piece of that poor zombies hair-?!„

“Cuz..„

“Well, Boo-hoo. Now get out or your shrine is next!„

Spleen exclaimed, pushing Heartz out of the room before slamming the door shut on his face.

She soon went back to writing.

That was enough dealing with him, for now.

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⟩ Chapter Two. ⟨

The Mysterious Scratch.

Spleen slipped into the front door, letting out a sigh. She adjusted her hair, and clothes, which was odd of her. Not to mention how shallow her breath was.

She scoffed, walking to the shared room her and Heartz shared ofcourse. She tossed her bag down before sprawling where she slept on the bunk bed, hearing Heartz, which he was on the top, talking about something. 

Heartz was rambling about Pest, and how Zoobie deserved better, which was regular for him. She just listened, looking over on her thigh to fresh scratches that didn't look like hers.

“Jee..„

Spleen murmured before laying her head back down onto the pillow. She turned over on her side to only see Heartz peer his head from the top.

“Where were you, Spleen?„

“None of your business, Sir. I wanna know alot.„

“I'm just concerned of my sister!„

“You'd not be pleased if I say it though. No.„

Spleen said with sass, and a oddly hoarse voice. 

“Just tell me! You sound like a rusty pipe.„

“Fine. Pest's place.„

Spleen admitted, burying her face into her strawberry patterned pillows. She just got all snug in her spot.

“wait.. wHAT-?!„

Heartz screamed, almost bloody murder like. His voice even cracked, with surprise.

“Yes. You didn't hear me stutter, Heartz.„

“Why were you at that stupid beetles place either way-?!„

“Business.„

“What type of Business-?!!?!„

“Nunya business.„

“Huh.„

Spleen just slapped Heartz's face away, sneering.

“Leave me be, now!„

Heartz flinched at the swat, soon noticing the scratches. He blinked, raising a brow and trying to point at it.

“What is that? Why are you scratched. That's really weird..„

“Oh! Eh. Nothing.„

“The scratch looks like it's from..„

Heartz thought for a minute, but it was obvious who it was from.

“Pest-!? What the cloudy ink pens, man! Why is he scratching you like a cat with furniture?„

“Heartz. For crying out loud, get out of my business.“

Spleen sighed, yawning. Heartz connected the dots, hopping down the bunk bed, upset.

“You've been screwing my enemy! Are you serious, Spleen-„

“So what? It was a one thing.„

Spleen rolled her eyes at Heartz, sitting up. She grabbed her blanket, getting comfortable in them.

“Ew.. That's one reason why Zoobie deserves better than Pest. Plus, how dare he do that! Thats- that's absolutely filthy!„

Heartz exclaimed, pitching a fit. He soon frowned, glaring at Spleen.

“I bet he just did that the mess with me! Jeeeezzz! I can't have nothing. Not even my own sister is safe.„

Heartz stormed out, leaving Spleen at peace for once. 

Spleen couldn't help but say she did quite enjoy the encounter with the beetle.

But enough with her thoughts. She still likes her crush, and not Pest. No..

Not really, for now!

Spleen soon dozed off, despite sitting up.

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⟩ New obsession? ⟨

Spleen was just talking to her best friend, Sammie. Sammie was someone who she grew up with, and has a major crush on. It was almost too obvious, nonetheless.

Heartz bursted through the door, and to his Zoobie shrine. He threw it out! Except for a few sticky notes, and small things that, in his opinion, weren't worth throwing away.

Spleen watched, shocked.

“What's going on, Heartz? Are you sick-„

“No.. Nope! I still like Zoobie, but, y'know that one girl?„

Heartz became all giggly.

“Uhm. Who?„

“The scissor-head!„

“Siz ?„

“Yes! I'm gonna make a new shrine just for her! Hope Zoobie doesn't mind sharing their shrine with her..„

Heartz murmured, as if the 'Zoobie shrine' could hear him.