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You Go There- no- YOU GO THERE- | Killer x Nightmare x Cross | Fluff

Requested by Akrapey on AO3

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A great group. The Bad Sanses were revered throughout the multiverse. People were terrified even hearing their name. People had developed superstitions. 'If you say there name you won't live for another 12 hours' and such. It was all ridiculous to Nightmare. But whatever, more negative energy for him. The idea was so farfetched to him. How does someone become so terrified, they make up lies to make themselves more terrified. He had always heard of the silly things like breaking a mirror gives you 7 years of bad luck. He could guess that was made by parents or rich people who wanted to scare people into not touching mirrors because of how fragile and sometimes expensive they are. Also being difficult to clean.

Despite popular belief though, Nightmare wasn't soulless or had no care for anyone besides himself. No he did like people. Just not anyone who liked Dream. Jokes aside however, he did truly like some people. His gang for example, Horror and Dust were two of the hardest working men he had ever met in his life. Horror would train hours a day, sometimes losing numerous hours of sleep just to get the extra work in. It was very rare Nightmare saw Horror not sweaty from a work out or just generally working out. He had to pull Horror from it multiple times for his missions. Yet despite how annoying it could be, Horror was strong. Extremely so. His physical strength unparalleled in the group. No one dared to even joke about having a fist fight with Horror. He'd launch you to the moon. Whilst Horror worked physically, Dust was working magically. Training his magic to be exact, his accuracy perfect. Sometimes getting Horror to train with him, the former using knives and bones and other magic, the latter using axes and other objects. Both were so incredibly skilled at their craft. In fact numerous times they sparred. And you'd think with Horror's magic weakness he'd have no chance, but in fact their win rate is still around 50/50. Both of them learned from each other and adapted, then adapted from their adaptations and so on. It was absurd to even suggest Nightmare liked no one. He held such immense care, love and admiration for them it's shocking. Platonic love of course. 

Killer and Cross were also very hardworking. Although in different ways. Killer was always trying to spar. And numerous times he did. However Nightmare had to teach him multiple times to keep his mouth shut, as Dust and Horror aren't as mentally stable as the Stars for example. Killer insulting Dust for having no brother and consciously killing him without anyone controlling him is not the same as him calling Dream a bad brother. For one would cut deep sure, but not lead to anything extreme, and the other would make Dust want to rip Killers soul and tear it into teeny tiny pieces. Cross was good too, although he didn't speak enough. Sometimes if he would have been able to distract an opponent, he'd have won the spar or fight. But because of his lack of speaking in battle, he wasn't able to trick them. He was still extremely strong don't get any doubt about that. But he, and Killer did have flaws. Nightmare, Killer and Cross.

They were together, at least they hoped so. Or the numerous dates, asking each other out and so on must have all been dreams. But realistically speaking they were together. Killer, Nightmare and Cross. All of which had vastly different personalities. Killer was crazed and always a hundred miles an hour. Nightmare, calm, yet also terrifying. Cross, more shy than the other, but not too shy by any means. He was the most normal out of all three of them. He wasn't leaking tears nor covered in goop so he was definitely the most normal.

Today they settled the debate. Who slept where. From this point they had been sleeping apart because their large bed hadn't arrived. And Nightmare didn't want anyone on his. So Killer and Cross slept together, but had no specific pattern as to who slept on the left or right. Each, besides Nightmare, had been making their argument as to why they should sleep in the middle. For Killer it was that he was the first member and the one who initiated the relationship, therefore he should sleep in the middle. Cross argued that because he was the biggest, therefore he felt as if he should be in the middle. Nightmare would most likely end up in the middle regardless because he was the big boss. But where would Killer and Cross go?

That was besides the point, at the moment they had a bed to set up. Killer and Cross brought the bed to the room, and Nightmare picked out the correct bedding and pillows and duvets. He took the nicest covers he could find and put each of them on their respective part. Beautiful pillows, coloured according to their ecto. The duvet was a glamorous one. Thick and fluffy. The cover further accentuated this, making the appearance of the bed look larger and fuller than it was. He helped the others up with the bed and mattress, slowly setting up. 'Place A in 4 and 8 in B' essentially. It was all the same boring process, Killer leaving half way through, Cross leaving too as Nightmare told him to go occupy Killer.

It was slow, arduous and annoying more than anything, but Nightmare finished the bed, wishing he had just asked Horror or Dust to do it, then started to move the mattress on and bedding. He finished that but it didn't feel right. Something was missing. He returned to his own room and grabbed then curtains that surrounded his own large bed. He hung them up, tying them up around 80% of the way down, but the extra detail filled the bed out more, making it seem more cosy and sweet. Nightmare also took the time to place a few candles and incenses around the room making it feel more romantic and sweet. It was suddenly a romantic room instead of the boring bland room it was 90 minutes ago from that point.

The room was quiet and relaxing, which would soon fade as he invited his lovers back up. He did love them, but Killer had a big mouth sometimes. The way Nightmare imagined them sleeping was him in the middle, Cross behind him and Killer in front of him. Cross was big enough to still reach Killer, and the bed was big enough for them to spread out. He had placed the pillow colours where he imagined them sleeping. He shouted them up and awaited the arguing.

"No I wanna be in the middle."

"No I wanna be in the middle."

Nightmare wasn't going to hear the end of it unless he gave in to something. His own wants. "You can both sleep beside me, I'll use my tentacles to wrap us up comfier. They know how much strength to use so don't worry."

"No! You go on the right-"

"No! YOU go on the right!"

"Y'know something. I'm gonna go to my own bed-"

As relentless as they were 5 seconds prior, they suddenly were practically begging Nightmare to stay. As usual. Both were content with the idea.

"I'll let you both propose your reasons to me tomorrow okay?" Nightmare gently rubbed both of their foreheads. Both replied in the affirmative. Nightmare smiled. He was in love with two... well one BIG dork and one large dork. As silly as it was. He loved them. His boyfriends. That sounded weird to him. But it was true. 

He gently laid a kiss upon both of their foreheads. "Goodnight~" He murmured. 

"Gooodnighhttttt"

"Gooodnightt!"

Both had their character, yet both adored Nightmare. He was sure they would kill each other if he wasn't there to mediate them. A good triple. They worked together in the relationship. And by that I mean Nightmare makes the decisions because Cross and Killer can't agree on something.