One-shots

waIT NO-

kross dumb prank shenanigans, requested by ThisIsTrAsh_! Sorry it took so long, haha

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There was a reason that Killer was never supposed to be bored. When he was bored, he did stupid shit, a lesson learned the hard way. 

If you asked Cross how to entertain Killer, however, the answer would be "Do something stupid." So, there was only one path to go down when Killer was bored. Do something stupid before Killer did.

And with the way Killer was eyeing Cross, the monochrome would have to take his own advice, if only to keep from being jumped. 

Killer's soul started flickering, betraying his ideas and making Cross nervous, his mind racing. He wasn't in the mood to get, uh, dirty, so his mind raced to find something the usually entertained Killer.

The words burst out just as Killer's body tensed to stand. "Let's prank someone!" It was a desperate last resort, but it always worked. 

Killer's soul snapped back into its usual shape, and Cross heaved a sigh of relief. Killer's interest had been piqued, a skelebrow raised as he asked, "Prank how."

Ah, he hadn't thought that far ahead. "I dunno, you're the pranking master." Yes, that'll do! Killer loved pranks even more when they were his own idea. 

Killer's normally empty left socket lit up with a white orb, his grin twitching up. He produced a bag of tiny camels from inventory, startling Cross with the absurdity. "Why the fu-"

"I have the perfect idea."

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Cross swore under his breath. The things he did for his boyfriend. He quickly rushed about Nightmare's office, placing camels inconspicuously around his desk, places where Nightmare wouldn't see them at first. 

Killer was busy running around the entire castle, using his own supply of camels to camel-ize the corridors. 

Cross grumbled under his breath, glancing around for a few more good spots, before finally leaving a camel on the boss's chair. He took in his work, admiring the sheer stupidity of it for a moment. Then he fled, landing in his bedroom where Killer sat waiting. 

The other grinned at Cross, "You use all of 'em?" Cross nodded, sitting down beside him with a groan. "That was so nervewracking. Don't tell anyone, but Nightmare's office is creepy." 

Killer snorted, looping his arm around Cross's shoulders to pull in him to a side hug. "They'll be back in a few hours. Whatcha wanna do while we wait?" 

Killer wore a similar expression to earlier, the exact one Cross had wanted to avoid. He glanced away, giving an exaggerated hum. "Um, I'm not sure, maybe we could-"

He stiffened as Killer nuzzled his neck. "I know what I wanna do." Cross shuddered, a nasty feeling welling up. He didn't want to deny Killer, but at the same time, he really didn't want to. His conflict must've shown on his face because Killer's voice had softened when he spoke again. "You don't have to, Cross."

Face burning, Cross turned away. Killer pressed a small kiss on Cross's cheek, right over the red scar. A new type of warmth spread across Cross's face and he lightly pushed at Killer, pouting. 

"Dork." Killer mocked offense, bringing his free arm around to lock his hands together, trapping Cross in a hug. "Crossss~" The soldier's lightly flushed face grew darker, squirming in Killer's grasp. He yelped as Killer tipped back, plopping down on the bed, dragging Cross down with him.

He rolled over to straddle Cross, smiling smugly. "Gotcha." The pale lavender blush turned into a deep, vibrant purple, the color overtaking Cross's entire face as Killer leaned down and began to smother Cross with kisses.

Cross wriggled in Killer's hold, face brightening with each little peck. "Killer! Stop that!" Killer hummed, only doubling his efforts. Cross eventually burst into laughter, catching Killer off guard with his own kisses, only this time, an actual kiss.

Cross pulled away, grinning at Killer's slack expression. "Killllerr~" Killer gave a wider grin, his voice angry, but without the edge brought on by true anger. "You little shit." Cross snickered, lifting his head again to steal another kiss.

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Horror noticed one as soon as he stepped into the house. He passed over the threshold, and immediately, his head snapped around, gaze zeroing in on the tiny camel standing proudly on the tv set. 

He pointed at it, rasping with complete confusion, "What's that," just as Dust said the same thing. The insane monster had spotted an exact copy of the camel balanced perfectly on a closet doorknob. 

Nightmare followed both their gazes, looking back and forth between both camels, staring. In unison, all three of them looked between each other and said, "Killer."

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The couple had settled down, curled up in bed now. Cross was on his phone, playing one of those infernal games that required too much muscle memory in too little time. Killer's skull lay on his chest, one socket closed and the other half open, sleepily chuckling whenever Cross died and fumed about it mildly. 

Cross had one arm draped over Killer, absently fiddling with Killer's sweater, which was lulling the sleepy monster further into sleep. Of course, the serene moment was ruined as the door opened without warning. 

Both Killer and Cross shot up from their cuddling, faces hot as Nightmare's unimpressed face came into view. "Care to explain?" Cross sputtered, "I mean- it, uh- it- Horror and Dust also are- well, I-I mean-" 

Nightmare cut him off, facepalming. "No, not that, I already know you guys are fucking. I meant the camels." Cross flushed in embarrassment, looking down at his hands, muttering a soft, "O-oh."

Across the room, Killer was about to say something, but Nightmare only sighed and waved his hand. "I'll just see this through to the end. It can't get worse than this."

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It got worse. Nightmare stood in his office, nearly every surface covered in camels. He took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. With a snap of his fingers, Killer appeared in his office-

Nightmare blinked at the other disheveled appearance. Killer's face was bright red. As soon as he saw Nightmare, he threw his head back with a loud, disappointed groan. "C'mon man, Cross was being spicy for once!" Nightmare scoffed, dismissing the thoughts Killer's words gave life to. He wasn't about to ask.

"Killer, what is this?" Nightmare pointed, with every tentacle he had, at the camels decorating his room. Killer took a full spin, taking in the sight with wide eyes, before doubling over with a wheeze. 

"oh dEAR GOD- CROSS OUTDID HIMSELF, I'M-" He burst into laughter, cackling. Nightmare sighed. Why. Just why. "With every camel I find, the more days you two will have to spend here without getting to go anywhere, understand."

Taking a deep breath, recovering from his outburst, Killer's gaze narrowed, something akin to eagerness in his eyes. Odd. Typically, he would be upset about not being able to leave the house. The reason why was clear, though.

Stuck in the house, for days on end, with Cross, while the others were out on missions. Paradise. Nightmare hurried to add, "And on opposite sides of the castle, too." This time, Killer whined and mourned the loss. Nightmare snorted, rolling his eye and dismissing Killer.

He took another glance around the room. What Cross likely did in an hour, it would take Nightmare much longer to undo. He sighed.

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"He's keeping you away from meeee!" Cross shook his head, patting Killer's shoulder as the other fake cried into his chest. "Killer, it's not that bad. He was probably kidding, you know that."

Killer pulled back, giving Cross a sad look, sniffing fakely. "Really?" Cross chuckled, petting Killer's skull with a grin. "Yeah. Now stop pretending to be a babybones and go get me some chocolate. I'm hungry."

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The end! I feel like this could've been better, but tbh, I also adore it. Anyways, it's done!

I hope you enjoyed, TrAsh!

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