Crossmare oneshots (Rewriting)

'Oh, dear...' Assassin AU?

Uhmmm, they are just assassins- Yeah, that's the shortest explanation I can give.

Third-Person POV:

Cross leaned against the wall of the club. Watching all the careless people partying, and drinking all the alcohol their hands could grab. Dream was currently talking to a drunk woman. On the outside, he may have looked like he was helping her, but really that was his target. Must have wanted to lead her away from the crowd to kill her.

Nightmare, of course, had business to attend to here as well. Jeez, this place must be pretty popular eh? Nightmare set off to kill his target first, while Cross was left waiting. From what he knew, this guy came here often. Then he finally saw him walking in, and into Cross's line of sight.

"Finally." He muttered smirking. He dressed quite... revealing, nearly looking like a stripper really. Having already been approached by multiple guys while waiting for his target. He sat nearby and waited. 

Pulling out his phone to see how Nightmare was doing, while holding a drink. Seemed he was doing good, Nightmare said she just died quickly. He frowned when he saw the selfie Nightmare sent. There was a lot of blood, it'd be a hassle to clean.

But knowing Nightmare's experience in bodies, and blood, he shook it off. Then he heard footsteps towards him. 

Ah, there he is.

"Hey there, why are you looking so down in the dumps?" A man approached him, eyeing him up and down.

Cross smiled, time to play. "Oh, it's nothing really..." He said while the man sat down next to him. Quite close too. He inwardly shivered in disgust.

"My friend bought me a drink, but I think I drank too much already and don't want to be too drunk." This was gonna be easy. Cross leaned onto the man's shoulder, pulling off a pleading look on him.

"Could you take care of it for me~?" Cross said slyly, while his hand rested on the guy's lap. He'd have to wash his hands 5 times before thinking it would be clean. The man blushed in response.

Bingo.

"O-Oh, sure..." Cross passed him the drink and watched him down the whole thing. Then suddenly he went limp, the drink nearly dropping in his hands. Cross swiftly grabbed it back. The man slumped onto the chair looking lifeless.

People passing by would just think he's sleeping. "Oh, dear... looks like he's dead. No use in it now." Cross said with sarcasm laced in his words.

"Hm, should use poison more often really," Cross muttered to himself looking at the man. Welp, time to take a picture, it's just evidence he'd need to show that the target is dead.

Grabbing his phone, he angled the phone with the man in the view. And holding up the drink he had in his hand, he tapped the button and it responded with a snap. Cross sent it and walked away from the man. Throwing the drink away as well.

"Why'd you get so close to him?" Nightmare asked quite annoyed. "It was necessary," Cross responded.

"Necessary my ass." Nightmare spat. "We're skeletons, we don't have asses." Cross implied. Nightmare sighed. "Dream already went back, we're the only ones left."

"Then let's hurry up, I need to wash my hands," Cross said, eyeing his hand like it was some sort of disgusting worm.

Nothing to say here.

-Susu