Sanscest Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

Conflicted Feelings - Kream [Implied Cream] - Traitor Cross

~ Killer's POV ~
I'd flip the knife in my hand carelessly, glancing around with my empty sockets, an unsettling grin spread across my face.

Boss had given me a mission, and as his right hand man, I was to serve his wishes. Currently, I was to scout out this AU to see if there were any advantages or weaknesses we could take note of and use later.

As it stands, it seems to be a pretty negative AU.

"Hellooooo!" I 'cheerfully' spoke out to one of the inhabitants, taking pleasure in watching them flinch back, fear clear in their eyes. Boss wouldn't mind if I just had a little fun, would he? I mean oh cmon, how could I resist? Besides, the spikes in fear would be things he'd enjoy and feast on. What's wrong with being the first?

And then I heard a scream before it was quickly cut off. Oh? Eh, I suppose I could watch. And if they notice me? All the better! The small sliver of hope, shattered in an instant at the realization of what kind of person I was.

So I'd slowly walk down into the alleyway, my sneakers quiet against the concrete. I was pretty decent in stealth I suppose.

Dust was unpredictable and could lash out, Horror was a bit of a slow thinker and scared everyone regardless, and Cross- no. That fucker betrayed us.

Whatever. It didn't matter.

My grin would widen as I went to look at who the victim was, before freezing up in place. Dream? I suppose he had a similar thought process as Nightmare, for being here. But I suppose he was overpowered.

I wonder where his guard dog is.

But of course— my body reacted before my mind could, and I'd already dusted the one who had been injuring Dream, making my presence aware to him- before I'd freeze. Oh crap. Boss would kill me.

Why did I do that? Dream had seemed just as shocked. ..Whatever.

My grip against the handle of my oh so lovely knife would tighten, as if like a fist, and I'd walk away, knowing he wouldn't attack someone who had just saved him. Not unless I attacked first— but Nightmare's orders were clear. Not to engage with him should I encounter.

But I had completely walked into that. Why had I saved him?

"W-Wait!" He'd call out, and I could hear that he had moved, standing up now.

I'd freeze in place, listening closely. What did he want? "..Thank you." He'd speak softly, and for some reason my soul would clench. What was this?

It was like I just wanted to turn around and go back. To protect him. What was wrong with me?

Was this what Cross has felt? ..This..

I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wouldn't betray the boss. I was loyal. I was- wasn't I? Then why did my body say otherwise?

Maybe it was his positive aura. 'Feelings'. As disgusting as they were.

..I wouldn't answer back, simply leaving to report back to Boss, as well as to get him to get rid of these stupid feelings I didn't want. These weaknesses. He could do that. Make me an empty shell of a person again. I'd be a little useless, but it's better than having feelings for the enemy.

..Right?

Right.

I wouldn't be like Cross. Not that stupid newbie. I'd be here, no matter what. I was loyal. I wasn't some rat. Not a traitor.

..And then the day of a fight came. And it seemed that Dream was intentionally trying to get some one-on-one time, cause not too long after the others were fighting his allies, and I was here with the guardian himself. "What do you want?" I spat out, dodging a pretty close attack from one of his 'daggers'. Haha. close. They were short ranged after all, so he had to get pretty close, which left me a good chance to just get a good slash at his arm, and some yellow marrow would spill out, dripping onto the ground as he'd cry out in pain.

"Why did you save me? That day..?" He'd ask desperately, staring at me as if I could change, as if- ugh. It ticked me off even more. 

"Oh shut up!" 

And it'd last like that for awhile. Him asking me questions, and I'd respond aggressively. 

And then, since I was distracted, that mistake of mine was taken advantage of, leading to me pinned to a tree. Well- more of one of his daggers keeping a part of my jacket, and in return, keeping me there. Fuck. 

Dream would walk closer, a worried look on his face. "Killer.. Please. You wouldn't have saved me. ..And yet you did. How you act towards me is really conflicting to how you had acted then. ..Maybe you can be a good person. You can change for the better. Just join me. You don't have to kill anymore, or cause pain."

I'd turn my head away, slowly reaching for a knife I had hidden in my jacket, it really back there to where he'd barely notice- I mean of course, he could feel..- He'd probably know what I would do.  "..As if. I'm really not joining you and your stupid team. I'm loyal, unlike that new guard dog of yours."

He'd seem to freeze up in response. "..Is this what that's over..? He's better now, and he enjoys this life. You know- he talks about you a lot. You two really were close, huh? He'd love to have you with him- to be able to talk- not fight."

I'd wince a little as my soul would ache a bit in response. ..I did miss him but- No. Crossy fucking betrayed us. I hate him. Maybe he'd stop having that stupid look on his face towards me if I attacked Dream. Maybe he'd even hate me. "..Please. Killer..? You don't even have to say the words if you can't, or don't want to. Just nod your head. Even a little."

I would freeze up- ..why..? The knife I had pulled out, with the hand still behind my back-- I'd drop it. I don't know why, and would exhale as the sound of it colliding with the ground would echo a little.

And then I'd tilt my head down ever so slightly, and it felt like I had been relieved of all my duties. Of all my loyalties, and I'd fall onto my knees, not even realizing my soul having distorted into an upside down heart, or the glowing white rings that'd light up the darkness in my sockets, that were tiny at the small realization of what I'd done.

I could feel him embrace me, wrapping his arms around into a hug, a soft smile on his face. "..Thank you."