Various Oneshots

Undertale Nightmare gang poly focused on Cross

Trigger warning for eating disorders, mention of anorexia, bulimia, self harm, blood and vomiting mention please let me know if I missed anything so I can fix it
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Cross stared down at his plate with disgust though he didn't let it show.

For two reasons the first was Horror was sensitive about food and the second was Nightmare was starting to become suspicious.

Cross has seen the way Nightmare has eyed him every time they were eating, ever since Horror pointed out he hasn't seen Cross eat in a week.

It was much longer than a week but Cross told a simple lie and would eat a few meals-puke them up then that would be the end of it. But now sitting down knowing he was about to eat made him feel sick.

Cross picked up his fork and slowly brought the fork up to his teeth, he was hyper-aware of the guardian of negativity staring at him.

He took one bite and it was amazing he started shoveling food into his mouth. Nightmare seemed pleased and began to eat his food himself.

"Stars...look at him go." Killer laughed, a tentacle raised and smacked him beside the head. Nightmare glared at him for a moment before his gaze fell on Cross again.

Cross leaned back once he was done and pushed his empty plate away. He was the first one done which was surprising since usually Horror was the first one done.

For a few minutes, everything was okay then Cross began to feel guilty and wrong. He felt like he didn't deserve any of this, they were being too kind to him, for what he had done.

Nightmare immediately took notice of this emotion.

"May I be excused now?" Cross asked kindly, Nightmare eyed him for a moment before nodding.

"Yes you may," Cross nodded pushing his chair out before standing up. He sets his plate in the sink and heads towards the hall when Killer stops him.

"Wait!- Criss Cross." Cross stops and looks at Killer in confusion.

"We have movie night tonight if you wanna join us and not be boring." Cross nodded.

"I'll consider it." He said before heading to his room.

Cross shuts his down behind him and then dropped his calm happy exterior, he went into panic mode running to his bathroom immediately.

He quickly dropped to his knees and formed his body. He used two of his fingers and shoved them down his throat, making him gag harshly. But he wasn't puking normally it only took a few tries.

He began to shove his fingers deeper and at a faster rate, he gagged harder. Cross leaned over finally feeling something about to come out, but much to his disappointment it was only a bit of blood and salvia.

He needed to get rid of all the contents in his body, he whimpered. His throat hurt, he felt wrong and bad.

But much to his relief after a few more times he began to puke. Cross quickly grabbed the edge of the toilet bowl and started to retch.

He coughed and puked all of his dinner up and with each purge, he felt slightly better. He panted heavily and shakily wipes the tears that gathered in his socket.

Cross whimpered looking into the toilet after he was done, it wasn't all out yet. He quickly shoved his fingers back down his throat trying to force himself to puke again, he only needed to throw up a little more.

Right as he was about to puke again someone pulled his hand away. Cross jumped and tried to pull his hand back.

"Let g-go." Cross whimpered fresh tears dripping off his face. Someone pulled him into a hug while someone else held his hand, and strangely he felt someone slimy on top of his head.

The monster who was hugging him was practically crushing him while whispering for him to stop and how he needed food.

"Cross you need to relax and breath okay?" He didn't even realize he began to panic. He tried to squirm out of the monster's grip.

"No, please... I don't deserve this." But no matter how hard he tried to pull away the monster's grip was much stronger.

"Deserve what Cross?" That was definitely Nightmare's voice, but he felt slightly far away. So who was holding him?

"D-don't be kind to me," Cross whispered before sobbing hardly into the monster's jacket.

Someone rubbed his back until he cried everything out and was just relaxing against the monster's tight grip.

He had found out that Nightmare stood from the doorway, using a tentacle to relax him, while Horror was hugging him tightly. Dust was sitting next to Horror making sure both skeletons were okay and Killer was holding his hand, rubbing the back gently.

"I hope you understand Cross that we will not be dismissing this." Nightmare said as Cross was helped up by Killer. Cross nodded sadly looking down at his feet.

"However, it is obvious that you are tired and most likely require some time before talking about it. So you will join us for movie night and we will discuss it in the morning." Cross looked up confused but before he could form a question Horror picked him up.

"Gentle Horror," Dust stated quietly, Horror grunted in response and walked across to the living room before plopping on the couch.

Horror nuzzled just face in between the crook of his neck.

The others joined all of them making sure to be touching Cross in some way. It felt nice, he felt loved.

Almost like he'd be okay. Cross smiled and relaxed.