Multiversal Star - Masculine Reader

cookies

Chapter Ten

It was the next day. Cross had been kind enough to lend M/n some of his clothes the night before, so he didn’t sleep in anything dirty. M/n had continuously thanked the skeleton for the clothes, and at one point Cross yelled at him to stop thanking him because it was getting on his nerves, which then led to him apologizing to Cross nonstop. Currently, M/n was in the kitchen. He hadn’t seen anyone other than Cross yet, and it was well past lunchtime. He hadn’t bothered asking to make anything in the kitchen—he just did. He hadn’t known what to make until he found a bag of chocolate chips in the cabinet.

Then it hit M/n—he could make cookies! He adored, making them. Chocolate chip cookies were his absolute favorite. He rummaged through the cabinets and the fridge for a few minutes to find all of the ingredients he needed. Once he got everything ready, M/n turned around to grab a small cup of water since he was thirsty, but he ran straight into Nightmare’s chest.

“Oof-“ he grumbled, stumbling backward a bit.

“What do you think you’re doing in my kitchen?” The negative skeleton asked, his singular pinprick focused directly on M/n’s face.

“Uh, making cookies?” M/n responded sarcastically. “Unless I’m conjuring up some unknown being with cookie ingredients.”

Nightmare scoffed, but M/n noticed the slight smile on Nightmare’s skull.

“Nice smile.” He said, walking around him to grab a glass of water. “It makes your skull look a little weird, though.”

“Yeah, well. Your face looks weird. Maybe you should drop the smile. Or,” Nightmare paused, tilting his skull. “Put some makeup on. So you don't look like a clown.”

M/n puffed his cheeks up and held in an ignorant laugh. He brought his glass up to his lips, taking a deep breath and a small sip before exhaling and speaking again.

“You look like you could use a bath.” He retorted, setting his glass down and returning to making the cookies.

Nightmare sucked his teeth. He didn't say anything in response, and M/n finally let out a small laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” He grumbled.

“Oh, nothing.” M/n shrugged. “Just something I'm thinking about.”

“You're not going to tell me about your thoughts, are you?” Nightmare said in a monotone way, feeling a nagging sense of curiosity for some reason.

“Nope.”

“Splendid.” Nightmare laughed sarcastically, taking a seat at the small table across the kitchen. “It's not like there's anything actually in there, anyway.”

“That was so funny,” M/n hummed, back still turned to him. “It's a shame I forgot to laugh.”

The conversation ended there. At one point, it got too quiet for M/n that he could hear the lights buzzing. To distract him from the noise, he started humming, which then turned into singing--not really a whole song, he stopped singing here and there, not bothering to sing the entire song.

He had half of a batch made and in the oven, and he was mixing ingredients for a second batch already. He swayed a little as he sang.