Undertale Love Stories

Crossmare| Weight pt2

Several months had pasted since Cross had passed out, and since then Nightmare had kept his word. When he had began to lose weight again, Nightmare had force fed him or had someone watch him eat. He had also began to have Cross's meals planned out and would have one of the other Sanses by his side during those times and a few minutes afterwards to make sure he ate the food and didn't purposefully throw it up.

Cross hadn't really felt as loved as he did with them making sure he ate. However, he felt horribly guilty. It felt like he was using them in a way. He didn't like that.

He tried to eat as much food as he could, he really did try to gain weight to lessen their worries. Yet... The food just kept coming up, he couldn't keep it down. It always came up after they had gone, like his body was waiting to reject the food once it knew the others weren't there to ask why. After a while, he just stopped gaining weight. He was losing again. Yet, he couldn't eat enough to keep an even weight.

Nightmare didn't like this so he had went and tried to force feed Cross. This wasn't hard, what was, was helping the pale skeleton keep the food down. Had he been throwing up his food before they found out?

After a while, Nightmare just figured it'd be better to try and find a therapist of sorts to help with this. He wasn't equipped for this, he wasn't an emotional person that could help his loyal servant with this.

Of course, this lead to him kidnapping some other medical Sanses, all of whom were terrified of Nightmare. Thankfully, they put their code before their fear, so they were mostly focused on Cross's need.

The glitch was heavily embarrassed by all of this, and of course apologized to the other Sanses. He even told them that he didn't want to waste their time. This made them frown. One of the medical Sanses was a psychological therapist, he found this apologetic behavior and the inferior complex that Cross was displaying to be horrible. It was... Saddening. Another one was a nutritional doctor, who quickly was told of Cross's old dieting and training habits. They had said that Cross's old diet was an issue that didn't need to be overcorrected the way it was and had suggested a new diet that should help with his nutritional need. The other two were the more traditional doctors with one of them being for monster souls and magic. They both suggested that Cross eat small prorations seeing as he had been starving himself for so long his body physically can't handle even normal meal sizes. They had also suggested the Cross rest as much as possible to give his magic and body some time to recover.

Nightmare, surprisingly, listened well when these people told him the things that needed to be done. He also had his own medics learn from them, seeing as they were more professional than the ones he got.

So, he made Cross rest, fed him the new diet and gave him small proportions. The King had even made sure that the Therapist made regular visits every day at the same time.

In the beginning of these sessions, the white clad monster was very soft spoken and clearly felt uncomfortable talking about his emotions. However, it wasn't long before the old abuse of the King, along with Cross's twisted and unhealthy obsession with the Ex-Guardian, came to light. If there wasn't a fear of being killed, the Therapist would've told Cross to go toward the Star Sanses, to get away from the sick and disturbing way Night was treating him. Instead, they suggested that Cross try to find other activities that didn't involve his "crush" and was something the pale skeleton genuinely liked to do.

The white cladded skeleton didn't know what that was. He really liked doing what he was doing, he didn't remember a time when he didn't. Maybe it was a coincidence that Nightmare liked them as well? No, that wasn't likely.

"But... I like making Senpai happy... I-I love d-doing anything for him..." He admitted to the other skeleton across from him, who nodded in silence. They were silently telling him to go on. "I... I want him to care about me, even if he can't love me... I... I want him to use me." Tears filled the fragile skeleton's eyes before he broke down into tears. How sadistic is he towards himself? How awful was he really to himself to want to have such a thing done to him?! And even after saying it out loud, he still wanted that!