Sanscest One Shots || OLD and MOVED

~ Crossmare ~

Shiettboii moar Crossmare-
Requested by XCrossyShips
Warning: There's suicide
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Cross growled at Nightmare as Nightmare tried to approach him. Nightmare stopped in his tracks. Cross glared him down.
"I don't want to talk right now, I'm going to my fucking room, boss." Cross uttered coldly, before turning away.
Nightmare was devastated. He loved Cross so much, he didn't know what to do. Nightmare teleported to his room, and for the first time in almost 450 years, he started softly crying.

What made Cross so upset?

"Nighty, I'm home!~" Cross sang. Horror waved to Cross from the couch, and Dust nodded.
"Where's Killer and Nightmare? Usually Killer's with you guys." Cross asked. Horror shrugged. Cross placed down the groceries on the kitchen table before heading into Nightmare's bedroom.
Nightmare's room was the last door on the right in the hallway. It was usually possessed by a dark, unwelcoming aura, and it almost felt more extreme today.
Cross smiled, and opened the door. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth to try and cover up his gasp. Killer was on top of Nightmare, and they were making out.
Nightmare quickly pulled away. "C-Crossy! Please, let me explain!" Cross froze there for a second, before running away, holding back tears.
Cross and Nightmare were in a 3 year happy relationship, and then Nightmare decided to cheat on him with Killer?! Cross was deviated, he could barely think properly, if at all.
Nightmare glared at Killer.
"Get out. Now." Killer quickly ran out, not wanting to get in more shit than he already was.
Killer wanted help on making out, since he wanted to confess to Horror. Nightmare took a whole ton of convincing, begging, bargaining, but eventually, he gave in. Though, he was very reluctant to.

Cross curled up into a ball, and he let the tears flow out of his eyes and down his face. He knew Nightmare wouldn't be faithful to him, why did he even fucking try?
Cross dove under his covers, and sobbed hysterically. He couldn't do anything else but cry. He was broken, he had nothing left. Nightmare was his everything, and now, Nightmare is nothing but a bunch of bullshit and excuses.

Nightmare tossed a book at his wall in anger, the book not taking too much damage, maybe a few bent pages. Nightmare hugged his knees, sniffing his tears away.
"God fucking damnit, I'm such an idiot." Nightmare bitterly mumbled.
Cross was his only reason for continuing on, he was completely gone without the love of his life. Nightmare soon regretted opening his feeling up to people. If he hadn't showed his damn feelings, he wouldn't get them hurt!

Killer walked down the stairs, not skip or run like he normally would. His childish, insane but positive aura completely vanished, and it was just a void.
He sat on the couch without saying a word, and huddled beside Horror. Horror looked at Killer, confused. He put his arm around Killer, and looked at him.
"What happened?" Horror asked. Dust gave Killer a cold glare, but deep down, Killer was his first and one of his only real friends, he was concerned.
"I ruined everything." Killer mumbled. Horror tried to get him to explain, but he wouldn't utter a word.

Cross hadn't left his room for almost two weeks now. Dust was giving him food, but he hardly ate anything, if he ate at all. He went 2 days without eating, and that's when Dust had to force him to eat.
"Why do I have to eat?" Cross asked. His voice was devoid of emotion, and raspy from not speaking and only crying.
"Because, we need you alive, Nig-"
"Don't. Fucking. Talk about him." Cross growled, and then sighed. "I don't have a reason to live, I don't need food to die."
Dust continued to feed him everyday, watching as Cross slowly tried to recover.

Nightmare came out his room, but not too often. He would come out for food and coffee, but he was never in his Goopy form, it was always his passive form. He would go outside and not return until the morning for a few days in a row sometimes.
Nightmare couldn't get over what he had done. He just wanted to hold Cross in his arms, and tell him that everything would be okay. His arms where empty, and there was no one to reassure, except for himself, the one who needed to be punished.

It's been almost two months since the incident, and Nightmare decided he was going to try to talk to Cross. He wanted, no, needed to hold him. He needed to fix everything, he needed his Crossy back.
He knocked on his door. Nothing. It was 6:29 in the morning, no one was up at this hour.
Nightmare knocked again, this time a bit harder and louder, so Cross would hear. Still no response. Nightmare was starting to get worried.
"C-Cross,  I'm coming inside n-now." Nightmare told him. He slowly opened the door, and he froze as soon as he saw what was in front of him.
Cross, hung by his bedsheets, just lifeless. The fall must've snapped his neck. Nightmare fell to his knees, as the tears fell from his eyes.

"Cross.. Please..." Nightmare cried, as if he pleaded enough Cross would be fine. He knew that that would never happen. Cross was already gone, all that was left was his body.
Nightmare couldn't stop crying. He didn't care if he was going to be called weak behind his back,
He didn't care if the star sanses where laughing and mocking him for crying over Cross, all he cared about was gone.
Nightmare was now the one stuck in his room.

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I haven't written Angst in a while, sorry if it sucks-