Misery Loves Company

Thank You, Cross...

*Back with you, Cross, and the winged demon*

You bare your teeth as the lighter skeleton approaches you and Cross, wings giving a slight flutter as he smiles widely. “darling~ you’re so amazing” he says, clasping his hands together. You really have no idea what to say, not really knowing who this Dream alternative is.

You know his name, and his role, but who is he? What’s his story?

Cross stiffens at his voice and you scowl, his fear obvious to you, and you didn’t even need to feel it. “bastard, why the fuck are you doing this?!” you snark, socket narrowed as you clutch Cross to your chest, protectivly shielding the only slightly larger, blocking his sight of the Dream variant.

He leans down, kneeling in front of you. “why? because i love you, of course~” he claims, reaching a hand out to stroke over your cheek, sharpened phalanges threatening to cut the tar covered bone. He gives you a dreamy look as you turn your head away, avoiding the touch. “so cute~” he hums, eyesockets lidded.

You feel your bones prickle, “cute! who? shut up, you fucker!” you growl, grip on Cross tight but careful. You’re really starting to hate this guy, heh, you’re thinking like you didn’t the moment you found that it was him that kidnapped Cross.

You’re glad for the negativty at the moment, though you hate who it orginates from, as four of your tendrils form, curling around you and Cross protectively. The burnt chicken nugget reaches out, tracing the tip of one of your tendrils. “beatiful and powerful~” he remarks, staring into your cyan eyelight.

“a perfect queen~” he hums, his smile soft and loving, but you pause. A queen? “the fuck, mind you, i am no queen!” you snip, tendrils sharp as one stabs at him. In an instant, his aura is overwhelming, burning and sparking. The tendril melts painfully under the tremendous positivity. “oh, but there cannot be two kings, my dear~” he says, grabbing your chin and letting the corruption melt away from his touch, showing your pearly bones.

You try to push his hand away but he snatches your hand with his other, squishing the phalanges together so they can’t move. “my queen, my love, my partner, all mine”, he kisses your hand, rubbing his cheek against it. You hiss, the burning positivity beginning to melt your corruption and burning into your ivory bones.

“ow, ow, ow!! you shitty bastard, stop!! it hurts” you yelp, voice higher pitched due to the pain you now feel much more clearly now that your protection was going away. Cross shuffles in your grip, hugging your waist weakly, trying to comfort you. When the larger finally lets go, you pat Cross’ head, thanking him in a whisper. By that time, your corruption is fully gone, revealing your small childish form, cheeks plump with baby fat.

You glare at the giant bird but know the usually intimidating gesture doesn’t compare to your usual and your usual had nearly no effect on him, so it probably has even less of an effect.

His eyelights seem to glow brighter, “oh my, that’s never happened before, darling~” he comments. You scowl, “that’s because there never was a before!!!! i’ve never met you before!!!” you shout, sending out another pulse now that you remember that you can.

His eyelights harden, “you seem to have forgotten, love, but fear not, for i will remind you”. He takes your chin, grip bruising, and presses his teeth to your own harshly, making you let out a noise of shock and rage. You squeeze your sockets shut, cheeks purple, feeling humiliated as Cross seems to let out his own noise of shock.

You shake, throat closing up and stomach churning as tears bead in your eyesockets. You feel like you’re back in that place. Phantom hands all over you, body and soul.

You tremble as the tears finally fall, a whimper leaving your teeth as hands pry your jaw open allowing a tongue inside, you don’t recuperate. You don’t stop the exploring tongue either, a phantom throb of pain stemming from your phalanges that twitch, squeezing the thing they are holding. You block out the vulgar whispered words, letting out your first sob, you feel so weak...

You only realize the sensations have stopped when you’re shook, someone jerking you back and forth. You hestitate before opening your red rimmed sockets, a blurry picture of Cross in your vision. “nightmare, you’re back” he says, relieved as he embraces you gently.

You tense, waiting for something to happen, to tell you whether or not you were dreaming. You look around rapidly, sockets wide with unease and caution. You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, testing how thick and heavy the dryness is, “what?” you try to ask hoarshly. You feel confused, you have no idea what just happened.

You freeze as you spot the Swapped version of Dream, him sitting on the bed and watching you with an expressionless face. His fingers, the ones that were around your chin, are tinted red with marrow and you tremble.

You’re not back there again, you’re not back there again.

The winged Dream stands but no longer approaches you, “i-i” he pauses before just exiting the room entirely, closing the door with a resounding click. You let yourself carefully slump onto Cross’ form, mindful of his injuries. “are-?!”, you cut him off, “yes, i’ll be fine, thank you”, and he merely hugs you.

You feel heavy and your sockets burn, trying to close. You allow yourself to slump into Cross’ warmth a little further, feeling safe as you let yourself be consumed by the black void of your mind.

Thank you, Cross...