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"And. . . That's what happened. . ."
". . . What. The. FUCK!"
Nightmare had just explained Cross' living condition, with Cross' permission of course, to Killer, Horror, Dust and Error. They were all in Nightmare's living room. "I know, I didn't want to believe it was true either. . ." Nightmare muttered. Nightmare's phone buzzed. He checked the message.
"What is it?"
"Cross. . ." Nightmare looked at the message.
'Hello again'
'"Again?"'
'I believe we haven't properly met yet' By now, everyone was peering over Nightmare's shoulder, reading. 'Call me doctor'
"FUCK-!!" Nightmare stood up rapidly, making everyone else tumble.
"What?!" Error asked.
"That's his dad!" Nightmare rushed to get the car keys to leave. Everyone else managed to get in the car quickly before Nightmare drove off. He did so moments later.
...
Nightmare practically jumped out of the car when they arrived. The door was locked so he broke the doorknob with a tendril. He rushed inside and stopped in his tracks. There was blood everywhere.
XGaster looked over his shoulder at him. "Oh, hello." He greeted, adjusting what Nightmare assumed was Cross' neck. He couldn't tell if it was his neck or collar, but definitely somewhere there. What scared him most was the Cross was limp.
"PUT HIM DOWN!" Nightmare yelled, his tendrils lashing out at thin air. The others were behind him, watching.
"Oh? You want him?" The adult grinned. "Have him." He threw Cross in front of the teen.
Everyone's heartbeat could be heard.
Eventually, the only sound was Nightmare's heavy breathing. Without a second thought, a tendril threw himself at the adult. It grabbed a pillow from the couch and held it against his face until the struggling stopped. Nightmare rushed over to Cross, kneeling down and wrapping his arms around him.
He would've hid his face in his love neck and whispered to him; would've.
Except only half of his neck was there.
Yes, Cross' head wasn't attached to his body.
". . . What did he do to you. . . ?" Nightmare whispered. He tried to reach down to at least hold his hand. He couldn't even do that, Cross' hand was severed as well.
Nightmare's scream could've been heard for neighborhoods over if it wasn't muffled my Cross' cold chest.
...
Dream knocked on his brother's door. "Brother. . . It's been weeks. . ." No response. "I'll. . Leave this here. . ." Dream left a plate of food outside the door.
...
"Cross. . . What. . ?" Chara asked, heavy tears and Liquid Hate building up at the corner of his eyes. "No, no, no, no, no. . . Cross wouldn't let him. . . He's not. . . He-" Chara took a shaky breath.
"Holy shit. . ." Geno murmured. Him, Chara, Reaper, Ink and Fresh were also in the room, watching black liquid fall heavily from Chara's eyes.
Chara left for his room.
...
"Boys? Is something wrong? You've barely left your rooms lately. . ." Ms. CQ asked.
"Uhm," Error spoke. "One of our friends were. . ."
"Murdered." Fresh looked over. "He was found dead."
This shocked everyone else because Fresh avoided that kind of language. "O-oh. That's terrible. . ." Ms. CQ stuttered.
...
Everyone was in Nightmare's living room again, thinking about how to get said person out of his room. "Nothing's going to work!" Error spoke. At that point, all of their phones buzzed, which was weird because nobody was on their phones and it came from the group chat.
'I lived, bitches'
Part two?
