Gus was having a wonderful day.

He'd woken up perfectly rested next to the most wonderful person in all the worlds, at the most ideal time of 9:00 AM, leaving him just enough time to make his dear Spectra a wonderful breakfast before the rest of the heathens he was forced to live with woke up.

Carefully slipping out of bed, making sure not to disturb Spectras rest, he quickly dressed, gracefully giving his sleeping partners cheek a kiss, and left the room, heading towards the kitchen at a casual pace.

He'd maneuvered his way his way to his destination by the time of 9:10 AM, not encountering a soul aside form the occasional guard. Good. The less time he had to spend with those imbeciles the better. Now, to begin making breakfast. What would Spectra like most today? they had had waffles (in the shapes of hearts, of course) yesterday, so perhaps-

"Hey, look, it's Spectra's little bitch!"

Oh Gods. Oh Gods no. By the throne almighty why.

"Here to make your fake feathered fuck some food? Think you could throw your wonderful, loving, sexy teammates some, too?"

Why were they awake at this hour. Why did the Gods hate him so. Why why why.

"Aw, Shadow you don't want that! He's probably gonna put cum into whatever he makes!"

Sure, Gus knew that Lync rose with the birds, but usually he stayed in bed gaming or watching porn or whatever children did until at least 11:00 AM like the rest of the lazy fucks around here. Spectra awoke around then too, but he needed his beauty sleep after a hard days work, of course.

"Yeah but, like, fuck, Lync, would that be so bad?"

"Spectra's cum, too! Relationship bonding through food and shit!"

Gus revised his earlier statment. He was having a horrible day.

Gus decided to simply ignore the idiots bickering across the expansive kitchen and began to irritably shuffle towards the coffee machine, before a burst of snickering came up from the demons behind him. Gus turned around slightly and leveled them with a glare. Shadow winked at him. Ugh.

Upon reaching the coffee machine, he realized that the coffee machine was half-full, and still warm. Huh. Seemed his 'teammates' were worth something after all. With the devils already awake and around him, he'd need as much coffee as possible. And of course, he'd make a fresh, new pot for Spectra.

Grabbing a mug, (Worlds Best Cuck, it said, in bold black lettering. A Christmas 'present'. More snickering. He didn't care. He was well and fully dead inside.) and filled it up, quickly downing the whole thing.

"HEY!" The disgusting hyena behind him called out, once Gus had finished. Lyncs snickering had evolved into full on hysterical laughter. "I PISSED IN THAT!"

The mug shattered against the floor tiles. Someone was going to fucking die today.

and then gus killed everyone the end! this is my first ever fanfic, i hope you guys like it :) if you have criticism, plese leave some