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Cross in Omegaverse oopsie

Cross was new.

It always surprised him when they wouldn't look down on him, or call him such things as little or weak, that's how it'd been in his AU after all.

When he first joined Nightmare he immediately realized that they didn't have a secondary sex. He had heard of this before but it was... it was basically a fairytale, Cross was living a fairytale.

Instead of looking on at him in pity or as if he was something to be protected they looked - scared, scared of him? No, scared of new things.

Cross was new.

Nobody knew of his AU, of what it had been like. He was glad, he wondered if they knew he was really just weak and impure how they would feel about him.

But they seemed to not only have no secondary gender but had no knowledge of such a thing.

As did most of the multiverse.

It was strange, women got similar treatment throughout the multiverse as he was used to getting as an omega. It was weird to be looked at with fear, especially with fear that he held himself when he was in his own AU.

Cross was new.

It took him a while to get used to it all but he felt happy, well, as happy as you can get when you know your family's death was your fault. They were strangely kind, in their own way, Cross tended to stay back from the rest of them though. He was impure, dirtied.

In his mind everyone around him were angels compared to him, they had no idea of heats, something Cross was terrified of going through for a while before he managed to get heat suppressants.

He knows they aren't good for you, he knows they're terrible even, but they get him through everything. Cross sometimes wonders if he would somehow be able to get rid of his heats entirely. It was incredibly painful to take those heat suppressants and it felt awful for about a day so he's sure there probably isn't.

Cross was new.

That's how it was, that was fine, he never minded.

What he did mind was when they would get a little too close to him for comfort, in which Killer was increasingly good at.

Cross found himself always at a distance, it wasn't their fault, no, never. He only wished they weren't so kind to him, someone as impure as him should never be given even the slightest bit of pity.

Cross was new, but that didn't mean he was new to the ideals Nightmare's gang held.

They chose to ignore society's bullshit and go on to do whatever they wished, even if that whatever was murder. Either way it's not like Cross could judge, he killed everyone he ever knew.

Back in his AU the idea of falling out of line was so insanely taboo he wouldn't even dream of it there, he was told how to act, so he acted as such. Until he didn't, but that didn't work out too well for him did it?

Everything eventually fell into routine, Nightmare planned everything out before doing anything and was overall very put together. It was a life-saver for someone like Cross, he was terrified of not knowing things - or, well, not having a routine. He did have some pretty bad anxiety after all.

Nightmare was also very flexible though, it's not as if he felt things needed to be a certain way no matter what, he was open to criticism in the sense it was constructive. Nightmare also took the needs of others into consideration, this confused Cross endlessly.

The room Cross was given was white. Cross didn't like that, Nightmare noticed.

Nightmare had also noticed Cross's affinity for drawing, and well, all such art.