Misery Loves Company

An 'Outing' With Cross~

You blushed as you looked in the mirror, the corruption having been scrubbed away, showing your pearl white and lavender tinted bones. You tugged at the bottom of what Dream put you in, “i am not wearing this!!” you screeched, tugging at the bottom of the short, frilly dress.

You feel embarrassed and angry, glaring at Dream before storming into your walk-in closet.

You pull out a soft purple turtleneck sweater, and a pair of black tights to pair it with. The result was better than you expected, your thin, scarred bones being outlined and complemented by the outfit, it was also very comfortable.

You walk out, give a twirl at Dream’s insistence, “this, this is what is appropriate for an outing and if i ever find you in something that goes above your kneecaps, the person or monster that gave you the idea to wear it will have broken knees” you threaten, squinting at Dream.

Dream gives you a bright smile, ‘mweh heh’s slipping through his teeth as he nods.

You force away the smile that tugs at your teeth and look through your separate assortment of hoodies, jackets, cloaks, capes, and coats. You end up pulling out a nice dark black jacket that goes surprisingly well with your shirt, tugging it on as you glare at the grinning Dream.

“what’s with that look?!” you exclaim, your cheeks puffing out slightly. Dream snickers, “getting awfully worked up over your ‘outing’ with cross” he states, amused and you blush purple. You realize that yes, you were getting overly worked up for the outing with Cross.

Your shame rises but you ignore the scalding blush on your face, “i have no clue what you mean, dream” you say, hissing his name with warning, it held no actual anger in it though.

Dream seems about to speak when a knock sounds from the door, you open it, coming face to face with Cross, a grinning Killer at his side. “hello, cross, killer” you greet, moving aside to let them in.

Both enter and Cross looks over your frame, your ugly body.

Your shoulders unintentionally scrunch up, hiding your neck vertebrae. “h-hey, b-b-boss” Cross squeaks, face flushed heavily, and you snort, finding that absolutely adorable. “i assume you're here for our trip?” you say with a inquiring tone, Cross nods blankly as he stares at your face, “well then, come on”, you pull his hand, snapping him from his daze.

“universe and timeline?” you ask, hand held out in preparation to make a portal, instead Cross shakes his skull and pulls out a knife that is half his size. You hum in fascination as he strikes the code, tearing open a portal. Cross blushes as he silently pulls you into the portal, leaving behind a giggling Dream and Killer.

You gasp at the wooden and glass building in front of you, vines and flowers climbing up it’s walls. You hear Cross chuckle and give him a small look that is quick to shut him up. Through the glass, you see many cats and kittens, each looking like different Sans AUs.

When you and Cross enter, you’re instantly swamped by a group of the furry creatures, a cheerful and pleasent voice ringing from the front, “welcome~!”. You nearly giggle as the cats brush against your legs, tickling the exposed bone with their soft fur.

You manage, somehow, to make it to a table that Cross points out, cats settling on and around you as you seat yourself. “heh, cats love you, n-nightmare” Cross states, a shaky grin plastered on his face, a fear of disrupting your good mood lingering in the air surrounding him. “mmm, i guess they do, such intelligent and elegant creatures” you hum, petting a plump, fluffy, and seemingly sleeping white and blue striped cat that had settled itself on your lap.

When you spot his tag and read it, you giggle, Classic’s cat counterpart then; Sansy. He lets out a rumbly purr as you scratch behind his ears, rubbing against your hand insistantly as you pull back. You give in and keep petting as you look over the menu, lots of sweets…

You weren’t very fond of sweets and a frown made it’s way to your face as you flipped the page, looking for something you’d like. You finally find something purrfect, a spicy panini, it looked absolutely delicious and had many spicy things on it, fitting your cravings to the T.

You end up getting some hot cocoa topped with whipped cream to accompany it, Cross getting a chocolate milk and apple pie. His order instantly sent your thoughts wild and a blush exploded on your face, ultimately worrying Cross, he was afraid you were sick but dropped it with enough convincing on your part. You were just happy it wasn’t an entire apple, otherwise, you would’ve been done for.

You quietly eat your sandwich, answering most of the questions that Cross boldly sends your way.

“mweh heh heh, okay, okay, my turn”, you giggle, “what’s your favorite color?”, currently, you were playing twenty questions but with no limit, it was enjoyable. “black” he said, barely any hesitation, “you?” he asks, you hum amusidly, “depends”. “depends?” he repeats, obviously confused, “it depends on the shade, day, time, occasion, and the item it happens to be coloring” you elaborate, knowing how confusing you could be at times.

Cross nods in mock understanding, taking a nibble out of his apple pastry, “hmm, favorite video game?” you ask, leaning into the palm of your hand, having finished your sandwich and sipping your cocoa quietly. “wait, you actually play those?!” he exclaims, and you giggle, yea, you wouldn’t expect it either.

“yes, now, spill” you say, a soft smile on your face, “ummm, dude, that’s a hard one”, you hum in agreement as he thinks. “oh, super smash brothers!!” he exclaims, “though i’m not very good at most games, including that one” he admits with a heavy blush. You snort, “yea, me neither, bud, i’m pretty good at multiversal trivial pursuit but then again, i was present in a lot of history” you say, petting the goopy cat that mirrored your corruption as it lay in your lap.

“um, what’s your favorite qoute?” Cross asks, “wow, didn’t expect such a profound question, crossy” you tease. “crossy?”, he raises a browbone and you blush, “i-i-i m-meant cross!!” you stutter, becoming a purple lamplight.

“it’s alright, i like it, can i give you a nickname?” he asks, a lot more relaxed than earlier, you nod hesitantly. He hums in thought, closing his sockets and tapping the table, “Lunar” he says and your soul thumps heavily in your chest cavity. Your blush grows stronger as he looks at you for approval or denial, “i-i like it” you admit, a little shy and frustrated at yourself for being shy.

“every villain has a story, what matters is who’s telling it”