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Nightmare sighed, gripping his backpack strap. He looked around the unfamiliar area. It was Spring break and he decided he'd surprise Cross with a visit. He had asked for his address months in advance. He soon found the apartment building Cross lived in. He went to the third floor, room thirty five.
Nightmare took a deep breath. He rang the doorbell and waited for a while. And another while. He rang once more.
There was a voice. "Ugh, mailman this early?" It didn't sound like Cross, but then again, he never heard Cross' voice in person. The door opened. ". . . Who the hell are you?"
"Uh-. . ." Nightmare looked up at the maybe forty year old man.
They looked at Nightmare's backpack. "What, are you a salesperson? Well, I'm not intrigued."
"No-! I'm- well, looking for someone?" He knew this was the right address, so the man must've been Cross' father.
"Who?"
"Cross?"
"Why're you looking here for this. . . Cross?"
"D-does he not live here. . ?" He pulled out his marker, ready to ask Cross once the door was shut.
"Maybe. You can find out once you answer the question."
"It's nothing." Nightmare was tempted to say 'none of your business' but Cross could be nearby and hear him.
Another, much younger voice, was heard. "Who's at the door?" Someone, maybe a middle schooler came by. He just barely looked like Cross, with the white hair.
"No one." The adult dismissed.
"Um, alright. Can I have the chocolate cereal?"
"Do what you want, I don't care."
Nightmare's eyes narrowed. He didn't like how this person was talking to the kid. "Is. . . He your son?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Just curious. I mean, it would make sense if this is your apartment and all. It'd be a little suspicious otherwise, if you're not related, y'know?"
The stranger sighed. "Yes, he's my son."
"Ah, alright." There was awkward silence.
"How long are you going to stand there?"
"Uh- well, I guess until I see Cross, because I know this is his address, he's told me many times."
"Cross?" The kid asked, from where Nightmare couldn't see him. "He's at Ccino's café, down the street then a right."
". . . Oh. Ah- shi-shoot. Sorry for bothering you, I'm gonna go-"
"Wait. Where do you know Cross from?"
"From another friend." Nightmare lied.
"Which one?"
"Epic? I think. He told one of my friends about Cross and they told me."
"Hm. Fine. Go away." He shut the door. Nightmare grumbled, cursing under his breath, and left.
...
A bell sounded as Nightmare opened the café door. He looked around, and found Cross. He was sitting near the window with a cat on his lap, he was petting it while drinking what Nightmare assumed was something chocolate. He was sitting in a chair near the counter.
Fuck, he looks so much more pretty in person.
He noticed the other person, too. It was Cross' friend, Epic. They locked eyes and Epic's widened. He immediately turned Cross away by calling on other cats to attack him. He gave Nightmare a wink.
