| He cooks. A lot. |
Art by me

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The castle was full of a serene quiet almost, most, if any noise, coming from the kitchen in the main hall.

Horror was humming to himself absentmindedly as he cooked, preparing the usual feast he ensured the castle’s inhabitants had for every meal.

Platters of pancakes, cooling bacon, french toast, waffles, and eggs all provided plenty so everyone could have more than their share.

The bustling monster turned, filling up the glasses on the table so they could be self poured, coffee, milk, orange juice, and the provided water for any hangovers left over from the previous night.

Horror, typically known as the brunt of the group, with his large frame and broken skull, was smiling- all cheery as he did his favorite thing in the world, aka providing for his family.

Instead of his usual blue jacket, Horror had donned a customized pink frilly cooking apron, the words ‘leave the cook alone (he’s busy)’, written on it in thick black sharpie, covering up the previous quote. As expected, a mysterious, unnervingly dark cloying red stain marked the side of it, something most of Horror’s clothes seemed to hold onto.