Because xXSaltShakerXx and hollows08 thought it would be an interesting take, I might make two of these depending.
Enjoy
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"What would you do if I died tomorrow?"
Nightmare looked up from his book, he raised a brow at the question the monochrome asked. Cross merely polished his knifes, seeming indifferent.
"Why?"
"It's only a question."
Cross hummed.
"Im just curious."
Nightmare rolled his eye.
"What would you think I'd do?"
Cross turned his gaze from his knife to the goopy skeleton.
"Hm. Well I would hope you'd mourn or even miss me alittle bit."
Nightmare scoffed. He returned to his book.
"Mourn over you? You'd have to be someone important to me to do that."
"Really, you wouldnt miss me at all?"
Cross fake pouted.
"Not in the slightest."
Nightmare turned a page in his book. Seeming indifferent about his answer.
"Infact i wouldnt care, but I'd definitely forget about you."
Cross hummed. His smile was a tired one, it wasn't really sad, it was as if he expected that answer or he had gotten used to answers like these every time.
"Okay."
Nightmare raised a brow once more, Cross didn't meet his gaze, he continued with his polishing.
"I understand.."
Nightmare stared at the dust covered hoodie Killer gripped in his hands.
The black and white scarf to match.
The group didn't say anything. They had returned to the Castle without Cross.
"Boss..?"
Killer mumbled.
Dust hid himself well in the darkness of his hood, but he fidgeted.
Nightmare could sense the lingering negativity radiating from the skeleton.
Horror stared elsewhere, a frown upon his face. He couldn't say anything about the death of his comrade, but he twitched every now and then.
But he felt the same pain.
Nightmare blinked, he snatched both the hoodie and the scarf from Killers hands.
He stared at it.
"We're sorry, it was am accident."
Killer spoke, he sounded normal, but his black tar-tears leaked down his face rapidly, a sign of his distress.
Nightmare snarled.
"Get out."
With that, the group obeyed, leaving Nightmare in the throne room alone.
His grip on Cross's clothes tightened.
"You were better than this!"
He clenched his jaw.
"You were supposed to be stronger then THIS!"
Nightmare gripped his skull with his free hand.
"How could you..!"
His tendrils whipped around.
Why was he angry? He could replace his subordinates anytime. So why did this matter? Why did Cross matter?
Regardless he felt pain. Perhaps he should've gone with them?
He gripped the hoodie closer and groaned into it. His singular eyesocket wide.
'You idiot!'
