Misery Loves Company

Platonic VS. Romantic

When you next wake, you're curled up into a fetal position. You can feel the warmth of Cross as he spoons you from behind, and the soothing feeling almost comforts you enough for you to fall back to sleep. But before you can, you hear shuffling inside the room, quick and quiet, before the clicking of the door lock. If you weren’t so sensitive at the moment, you might have dismissed it as a rodent.

You pause, cautious, before pushing Cross’ now bandaged arms off of you and sitting up. In the middle of the small table, there are two meals, mostly vegetables but there is also a couple strips of beef surrounded by mushrooms. You feel a bit ashamed when your stomach rumbles, enticed by the smell and appearance of the dish.

But you make no move to get it, they could have poisoned it for all you know. But you can’t tell whether or not they did, you would be able to normally but due to the vast amount of positivity, it’s hard. In the end you can’t tell and just don’t trust it. You send another pulse of your aura, your power returning as Cross begins having a nightmare.

Once you send the magic signal, you’re at Cross’ side, sucking away his nightmare and negativity and storing it in the Dreamscape. The negativity forms into a black apple, like the one you ate, this happens to all dreams and nightmares, they’re transformed into an apple. Gold or black depending on whether it’s a dream or nightmare, and only you had the ability to collect nightmares while Dream could collect, well, dreams.

You were actually planning to plant a new tree of feelings, getting rid of the stump of your dead nirn root.

Cross wakes up anyway, and is hugging you instantly. “thank the stars, i thought you were a dream” he whispers, hoarse and strained. “i’m called nightmare for a reason, cross, i will never be able to appear in your dreams, not myself anyhow, but i will be in your nightmares” you say and Cross pauses, giving a chuckle, “that sounded ominous as fuck”.

That makes you laugh, snorts and all, and you find your soul feeling lighter around Cross. Your soul’s ache dulls down as you lay with Cross, him draped across your thighs and arms circling your waist.

Stars, you might actually love this dude...

You pause, having caught yourself off guard.

‘NO, FUCK, NO STARS!! WHY?!’ is your internal monologue.

Your cheeks light up purple and you're so very glad that Cross’ skull is buried into your lap, where he can’t see your face. You wait for the blush to die down, though still slightly there, before speaking, “y’know, when i was looking for you, i learned the name of our multiverse” you say, humming as you ghost your hand over the back of Cross’ skull.

He makes a noise, “really, what?” he inquires, sockets wide and curious. You can’t help thinking it’s cute really. “dreamtale! abnormality” you state, looking away from his cute face, “i wonder why it’s called that” he says, making a face of thinking. You laugh, hugging him, “i swear you are too cute sometimes!” you exclaim before cursing yourself as Cross’ face glows a purple similar to your own.

“platonically, of course!” you blurt out before any questions are asked, even if you do confess, it won’t be now. Especially with that yandere homicidal bird stalking you.

Cross’ hunger makes itself known by releasing a loud rumble into the otherwise quiet room. You snort, “they brought food, but i can’t tell if it’s drugged or not” you say, pointing to the small table.

Cross hums, “they’ve never drugged any of the food i ate”, you narrow your sockets a bit before deciding that you wouldn’t die, though you’d still be affected, if it is drugged. But you do worry about Cross, he is mortal, you are immortal.

“i can’t die by poison but you can, that’s my main worry” you say, looking at Cross. He smiles, “thanks, bos-nightmare, but i’ll be fine” he says, getting up and walking to the food with a slight limp. You pause before nodding, “very well, cross”, you also stand and walk over to the table, seating yourself across from the monochrome soldier.

You take the fork in hand, as does Cross, and you both eat. You feel rather embarrassed by how intimate it seems, and Cross seems to feel the same, his purple blush nearly matching your own. But regardless, you eat, your magic drained from sending the alert pulses and the intense positivity that surrounds the place you’re in.

Once you’ve eaten, you feel much better and wait for Cross to finish. While you wait, you notice two sets of clothing on the dresser, one monochrome and the other, gold and cyan, like bird’s clothes. You sneer at the audacity of this bitch bird but pick up the clothes nonetheless. You weren’t going to keep wearing the same clothes, it’s disgusting and unclean.

“cross, i’ll be in the bathroom if you need me” you report, getting a noise of recognition before you step inside the rather large bathroom. While you shower, you realize something, and you feel stupid that you hadn’t thought of it before. You quickly clean yourself and change into the overly large clothes of the bird fucker.

“cross!” you call as you step back into the room, eyelights trailing to the changing skeleton. It’s only his top half still uncovered but you fluster nonetheless and cover your sockets with a squeak. You hear Cross stumble, “fuck!” he curses. Soon after, he tells you that you can lower your hands, to which you listen, Cross looking suspiciously hot in his new clothing.

Instead of a base white color, it’s the opposite, black and you have to say, he looks good. Cross is flushed bright purple, “wh-what did you want to ask?” he inquires. You shake your head to rid it’s thoughts, “i-i think i have a plan to get out of here” you say, smiling widely. He perks up looking at you with a serious face.

“what’s the plan, boss?”