Undertale Love Stories

Crossmare| Joke pt3

Nightmare woke up alone in Cross's bedroom. He was cleaned and clothed, but he was alone. Which made him frown. He's never woken up alone after a night of sex, hard sex at that seeing as his legs wouldn't work as usual so he needs the other even more than usual.

Slowly sitting up, he looked around the room. Nothing was out of place, except that Cross was no where to be found and Night couldn't sense his aura. Shaking his head some, the King relaxed in the bed, smiling a little as the scent of his servant drifted off of them. His lover wouldn't leave him, he was probably getting them both breakfast.

Some hours passed after that thought, yet no sense of Cross's aura floated by and the King was hungry. So, despite the protest of his body, he stumbled out of his lover's room and began to make his way to the kitchen.

In there, waited three traumatized generals. Their attention swiftly snapped to Nightmare, them all pulling away from him. Glancing down, he saw he was in his Aggressive form, so he didn't understand why they were looking at him like he was some stranger.

"What?" He snapped, glaring at them. His voice was a bit rough from the lack of water and how rough the night was.

The group looked between the three of them, before Dust finally decided to say something.

"We... We saw what you two really do." He said slowly, the three of them watching as their powerful leader became tense. "A-And Cross..." It was their turn to become tense. "He... He made a statement a-after you passed out..."

This confused the powerful King. A statement? What kind of statement that his handsome lover could make that would have these fools cowering so much? He could now clearly feel it radiating off of them.

Seeing his confusion, Killer gulped softly before taking off his jacket and shirt. Right there, right on his soul, was a careful cut. A glowing cut that could expand and kill the monster. A cut that held remains of Cross's energy.

Blinking some, Nightmare tried to think of a reason on why they were scared. Sure, the cut could kill them, but nullifying Cross's powers were surprisingly easy. It... It had always been easy. Color began to drain from the broad monster's face as a thought entered his head. What if Cross was playing them?

Looking at the three and their fearful expressions, it had to be Cross played them. I-It had to make sense... He was powerful enough to destroy whole AUs by fucking with their codes! H-He had the fastest regeneration that Nightmare had ever seen! The little things that Night had once brushed off now came to the forefront and they all pointed to the fact Cross was toying with them. Lying to them about his true strength.

"W-Where's Cross? I-I want t-to talk with him?" The stutter in the King's voice was hard to miss,  yet he didn't care to try and cover it up. He just wanted to see him... Maybe to hear him deny it? No, it actually didn't mater that he hid his true self, Night just wanted him back. He felt safe in Cross's arms, he felt like he could be small and not worry about the world eating him like it had done before. H-He needed Cross!

The trio shook their heads, Horror speaking up this time.

"A-After his... Statement, he left... T-Teleported to s-somewhere else... W-We've been trying to look for him, we swear!"

The gooey skeleton nodded, shuffling further into the kitchen. He had lost his appetite, but he knew that Cross would want him to eat something anyways.

"Leave." He mumbled.

They didn't have to be told twice, scrambling out of the room to continue their search. Numbly, the King began to munch on an apple. He was thinking about Cross. The only reason he could think of on why the white clad skeleton would show his true colors, was if he had heard about them talking about the bet.

His eye narrowed as the thought appeared. It had to be! A-And then coupled with the abuse that Night had put him through for who knows how long! It was a wonder on why they were still in love with him! They should've left so long ago...

Looking down at the fruit that was in his hand, he winced at the sight of a moldy mush that was dripping from his hand like bad applesauce. Quickly, he threw it away and wash his hands and the counter of the mess. The extra movement hurt, but he had to deal with it.

For several months, the whole of Nightmare's Kingdom fell under an ambush attack from Cross. Every single one of Nightmare's Dark Sanses were cut, and those that had tried to get rid of it died. Those that had thought he was bluffing, died. It was easy to see, Cross had all the cards and he wasn't bluffing about killing anyone who tries to defy him.

For good reason, the Dark Sanses, other than the generals, though Night had put Cross up to this. So, they began to fear him more, giving him more power. They feared him and oddly respected him and his "underhanded" tactics.

Yet, it didn't matter how much they feared him or anything like that. Nightmare was having a hard time staying in his Aggressive state. All he wanted to do was be small and be held. He doubted that would pull Cross out from wherever he was... But he couldn't help but think he was watching.

Nightmare pulled Cross's dark purple sheets up to his nose, breathing in the now faint smell of Cross. His bottom lip trembled greatly. Since his lover had disappeared, he had been sleeping in the smaller room. But now... The scent was gone.

Dropping the blanket, the sadden monster went to his own room to sulk and hide in there. If he gets hungry, he'll just teleport to the kitchen. The only person he wanted to see was Cross...

Opening the door to his room, he paused as he saw Cross's thick, white scarf waiting for him on his undisturbed bed. Closing the door behind him, he swiftly made it over to his bed to pick up the cotton fabric. Happily, the scent of Cross was there, heavier and more pronounced.

Smiling softly, Nightmare allowed himself to shift into his Passive form. Wrapping the scarf around his neck, he felt far better. It was like his love was right there, hugging him. Crawling into the bed, the Dark King just curled into the large scarf, allowing the feeling of Cross being there comfort him into a gentle form of sleep.

Cross slowly came out of the shadows, walking over to his now Passive lover. He grinned as watched them sleep. His lover was so beautiful~ And ready for what was next~

Phase one of his plan was complete~