||Sanscest one shots||

Cuddle. || Kross 🧸

*humans*

     Lately, Killer's been down. Really, really down. So down he won't eat. That's when you know it's serious when Killer won't eat. He loves eating up the whole house so-

Horror has attempted to cheer up the guy. He's made his favorite dish, dessert, and even stole Cross' chocolate to cheer him up! It didn't work, of course. Dust attempted as well. He knows Killer loves his video games, his weapons, along with his clothes. He's offered up every single bit of what he has that Killer steals, but Killer didn't budge. His two best friends failed, so Nightmare got involved.

Nightmare loved the negative energy radiating from Killer, but it wasn't like him. He didn't leave the room for about 2 weeks, which concerned Nightmare. Surprisingly. Thus, he made Cross attempt. The guy Killer is always arguing and fighting with.

Cross stood outside Killer's door, letting out a deep exhale. His eyes stared at the doorknob for quite a bit. He swallowed the spit that gathered in his mouth. "Let's just get this over with .."

He turned the doorknob, a strong wrench slapping him in the face. His face balled up, his hand immediately slapping over his nose. "Holy shit .." he mumbled, attempting not to gag.

The Oreo's eyes connected to the bed where the stench was coming from: Killer. "Dude, you need to take a shower." Cross told him, which he had not received a reply. This worried Cross. Normally Killer would cuss him out by time he even opened his mouth.

Killer laid in the bed, eyes closed and hugging himself. He had no energy to even speak. It was like he was dead, or so that's how he felt. He hasn't spoke in 2 weeks, hasn't showered or took care of his hygiene, and barely ate.

Killer heard Cross of course, not replying. He didn't want to. He wanted to be left alone to rot in bed. He heard the other let out a deep sigh, his footsteps coming close.

What he didn't expect was being picked up out of bed. His eyes widened, feeling arms around him. This is the first time he's been touched in 2 weeks.

"You reek dude. You're taking a shower. Well, a bath since you act like you can't stand. While you're in the bath, I'll be changing your sheets." Cross informed him, walking into Killer's personal bathroom. He stepped foot into the bathroom, not being able to take another step from the absolute mess the bathroom was.

Cross shook his head. "Killer what in the hell." He mumbled, fighting his way through the bathroom to get to the tub. He set Killer on the toilet, moving to fill the bathtub with warm water. The only thing that was surprisingly clean due to the lack of attention.

Killer sat there numbly, lazily watching Cross fill up the tub. He wasn't sure why he felt this way, but he hated it. He's not used to .. not annoying people. He's not used to staying out the way and to himself. Clearly that affected others, which brought him a little happiness knowing he's cared for. Just a little though.

Although, he's shocked about Cross. That he's actually in Killer's room. It made his heart warm a little, the end of his lips curling up just a slight bit. That small smile immediately dropped though. Why? He wasn't sure.

Once Cross was satisfied with the water level, he looked at Killer. "Gonna get undressed or do I have to do it for you?" He asked, hating the fact he'd have to most likely undress Killer. But he wanted Killer to feel better. It was weird not constantly getting harassed or fussing, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

Killer slowly looked up at Cross. He then slowly looked down at his own body. He looked off to the side, knowing he didn't have enough energy to undress himself.

Cross took this as a sign he won't be able to do it, which made his ears a bit hot. He swallowed down his embarrassment and started off with Killer's shirt. He hesitantly slipped it off, soon starting on his pants and then boxers. He then lifted the poor soul up and gently placed him in the water.