Crossmare Oneshots - (Requests Open)

We're More Alike Than I Thought...

This wasn't requested by anyone, I just wanted to do it :P

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Dancer!Nightmare x Cross
(Fluff)

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I know that I took a while to update, but I'm super close to finishing up a few more chapters!

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By dancer, I don't mean stripper...

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Cross' P.O.V

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I was taking a stroll through town, looking people held hands and made out in the middle of the street.

There were rich people with lamborghinis, chains around their neck.

Whatever the matter was, they all found solace in Shimtown.

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It's called Shimtown because dancers shimmy... I'm so creative...
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Everyone, except for me.

I was nothing but a lonely, poor, and tattered young man.

I was abandoned at birth, so I've had to fend for myself my entire life, leading into me become a cold and boring skeleton.

I hung my head low, ignoring the concerned glances others gave me, I wouldn't want to pester these perfectly happy people with my stupid problems.

Nobody understood me, nobody could ever feel the way that I feel.

An eruption of sounds exterminated my thoughts immediately, making me jerk my head upwards.

Beautiful music played through the streets, random people started to drop their bags, shaking their hips to the beat.

It was hypnotizing, but I didn't give in.

I turned me head to the left to see who was responsible for all of this, and saw a mesmerizing black skeleton, dripping with goo.

Not only that, but he was shaking his skeletal hips to the melody.

I shook my head rapidly, was that... The one and only Nightmare?

He was the most famous skeleton- scratch that, the most famous anything to ever appear on this earth.

He has a miraculous body, and rumors go around that he's the richest skeleton in town.

I wiped my eyes, trying to take my eyes off of him.

I eventually got out of my daze, realizing what I was doing.

I can't believe that I'm falling for his charms, everyone does, he's just a player.

Besides, we're nothing alike.

Nightmare's hot and famous, meanwhile I'm just ugly and poor.

While everyone was caught up in his performance, I continued walking back to my house at a fast pace.

Someone nudged my softly on the shoulder.

"Bro, where are you going?" Dust asked, one of my only friends, asked me, he himself still dancing.