Grounded [Cerrormare]

New Friends

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"Wings. Almost everyone is born with them. Wings determine one's personality and traits. The more bad one has done, the darker their wings get. White feathers turn a dark shade and fall to reveal scales, like of bats or dragons."

The book promptly shut. The teacher looked up. "So, children, be good, and have a good Winter Break!"

...

"Coward." A student hissed, standing next to Cross' locker in the hallway.

"How so?" Cross hummed.

"You never show your wings."

"Who said I had any?"

"Wha-"

"Bye!" Cross left, leaving Nightmare confused.

...

"Well, I talked to him." Nightmare muttered, sitting down next to Error.

"Barely! He left right after!" Error groaned. "Did you even mention me?!"

"Hey, I have awful social skills." He shrugged.

"What did you say to him?!"

"I called him a coward for never showing his wings."

"Seriously?"

"You heard me."

"Fuck you, Nightmaarre." He groaned into his hands.

"Ask Ink. He's social."

"He's honest!"

"Don't you want to be honest to someone you like?"

"Too honest!"

"Oh yeah. Still-!"

"I can't ask Ink. No way!"

"Then talk to him yourself, you dumbass."

"I can't do that either!"

"Right, you're antisocial, too." He whipped out a book. "Imagine. That's so fucking pathetic and sad."

"You said 'too.'"

"Yeah, like Dust and Horror." He motioned to the two who were huddled in the corner watching YouTube.

Error groaned again.

...

Nightmare sighed internally when Cross sat in the only seat available in the classroom, next to him. He noticed something, though, Cross wasn't scared or nervous, like others would be. He seemed calm. It annoyed him a little.

He would've swapped seats with Error, but that would be weird. He decided scaring Cross was an amazing idea.

He thought of what to do. Nothing came to mind at the moment, so annoying him was what he did. "So, Cross?"

"Hm?"

"No wings?" ((insert the no bitches meme here))

"Yup."

"Did they, like, fall off? Born without em? Eaten? Get stuck-?"

"It's hardly anything that concerns you."

"Aww, c'mon."

Cross sighed. "Y'know those wood shredders, right?" Nightmare froze, his eye widened. Cross laughed. "Oh, your face! I'm joking!"

"Jeez, I feel like my wings just tore." He stretched them out a bit. Cross chuckled. "Seriously, what happened?"

"Again, none of your-"