Remembering Nightmares

Scars

The sweet monster fell on the couch after another long session of training. His body was in complete pain and it didn't help that he had also gotten a few broken bones, but he stayed quiet about that. He didn't want to become a nuisance to them, specially after all that they're doing for him.

"Cross, you okay, man?" The skeleton with a hole in his head questioned, drinking something called alcohol. The younger didn't get what that was, so he never really tried it.

"I-I'm fi-fine... Ju-just ti-tired..." He whispered, snuggling into the comfy couch. Of course it wasn't as comfy as Nightmare's couch in his office.

"Okay." The cannibal shrugged, flopping on one of the other sofas. "Oh, yeah! The boss is lookin' for ya." 

The white wearing skeleton raised his head from the cushions. Nightmare was looking for him? 

"W-Why?" Cross whispered, an odd sense of fear pushing itself forward.

Horror went to say something, but stopped as he noticed something behind the exhausted monster.

"Cross, come here." The being of darkness grumbled in a soft voice.

Said being nodded, forcing himself up and on his unstable legs. Being as careful as he could, he followed the other, trying to make it seem like he was just tired and not hurt in anyway shape or form.

"Are you sure you're okay, Cross? You seem to be in pain." Nightmare stated, wrapping a tentacle around the smaller's waist and chest before lifting him up. 

The King of Fear knew what the other was trying to hide, he could feel the sharp stabbing pains that the younger was masking quiet well.

"I-It's no-not-nothing..." Stuttered the timid monster.

The gooey creature gave a small glare at the lie, something in his soul hurting at the lie.

For now, he would ignore the pain as he had more important matters to tend to.

"What happened during training?" The monster asked, his voice hardening.

This time, Cross stayed silent, looking away. How could he have thought that he could've fooled Nightmare? The monster was a genius, it's only reasonable that he'd easily be able to tell his lie.

"I-It's no-nothing... I-I pro-promise... Not-nothing I ca-can't hand-handle..." The meek monster whispered, trying to discard the creeping worry.

The goopy King sighed quietly as he felt the fear starting to form in the other. Even with his memory erased, he still fears the King's reactions when he's lied to... His soul remembers the beast well.

"No. If you're hurt, you tell me immediately." He stated roughly, gently setting the other down on a bed in the hospital wing. "Shirt and jacket off." He ordered, folding his arms over his chest as his tentacles did their own thing, grabbing all of the equipment that would be needed to help heal the other.

Gulping softly, the other gently took off his top clothes.

Nightmare's eye widen in shock and concern. The younger's ribs, sternum, and spine were littered with extremely old scars and harsh bruises, marks that certainly weren't there from just training! There were harsh, sharp lines of where the bone had been snapped off and hurriedly healed with no proper equipment, or magic! They looked horrible!

"How the hell did this happen..." The taller monster muttered, his hand gingerly brushing against one of the none broken ribs that held the worse of these scars.

Cross shivered as a deep purple blush filled his face.

"I-I do-don't know... The-they were the-there with a-a few o-others... Th-Those he-healed thou-though..." The white skeleton mumbled, looking away from the daunting eye of the King.

"The other's healed? How long ago?" The creature pressed, still being careful with his voice.

The white wearing monster held a confused look. His eyes dulled with concentration, but when he came to, he shook his head.

"I don't remember... M-Maybe a day after you found me..." The docile murmured, biting his lip as he waited for the other's response.

Nightmare's concern look didn't waver a simple bit as he stayed silent, quickly fixing the other's ribs. He knew he was rough and those scars were old, but they were pose to kill... Yeah, he likes causing serious damage for one's HP to drop low, but he never poses to kill his own minion! Specially towards someone as loyal as Cross!

"Once your ribs heal, I'll tell you what I originally wanted you for." The King muttered, lightly kissing the submissive's head as a way to calm them down.

Cross leaned into the simple touch, his body sparkling with a weird feeling... A feeling that he didn't want to leave.

"Get some rest, I'll be back with some food for you..." The dark Sans told, quickly walking away before the other could see his indigo colored face.

The innocent smol felt a smile slip on his lips, his eyes having seen a light blush forming on the other.

Crawling into the warm bed, the freezing monster whispered to no one, telling them something that he believed even without the memory of its beginning.

"I told you he wasn't always bad."