Depression... A Sansest Story.

Ooooohhhhhhhhh DAT CROSSMARE! 0w0

(this is a crossmare chapter, but it didn't happen like 80 years because I put chapters in between of the little scene!)

Cross pulled away from the hug first, dry tear marks on his face. That cracked Nightmare's soul more just seeing Cross do that...

But why?

Before today, he didn't care if Cross stabbed himself, why would he care now? It was like some barrier in all the darkness attached to his soul somehow lifted off, but it wasn't... it was eerie to be easy with his mind.  

"I-I'm sorry!" Cross exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes and chuckling. Nightmare didn't respond, still racking his mind about what this new-found softness was. "I..." Nightmare just stared at the smaller, frowning. 

What was this new... feeling filling him up inside?

He'd never felt it... 

was it happiness? That's impossible.

He was the bad bro-

"Nightmare? A-are you..." Cross looked sad, and although power is a good key in Nightmare's list, he felt like he needed to make this right.

"Cross." Nightmare stated, trying to get the other's attention.

Cross kept his eyes to the ground, suddenly interested in the stone floor. Nightmare didn't like that very much, and almost lashed out at Cross, but stopped when he saw the wet spots on the ground.

Cross was crying.

"Cross..." Nightmare said, softer this time. 

cross wouldn't look up.

Nightmare got an idea.

He slowly lifted the others head with his tentacle and looked at Cross' tear-stained face with concern.

His soul was beating at a rapid pace for some reason.

"P-please don't l-leave me..." Cross stuttered, freezing up suddenly. Nightmare saw the faint glimmer of something...

Chara.

"Cross!" Nightmare exclaimed suddenly, grabbing the other's shoulders and making Cross focus on him again. 

"Don't listen to them, you hear me? They are wrong." Nightmare commanded, a fierce glow emitting from his eye. Cross just stared up at him, things running through his mind.

Why? Why does Nightmare even care? He shouldn't care... He's wrong, cro-"shut up Chara." Cross demanded, finally taking in Nightmare's words.

He doesn't know why he always listens to chara. Maybe it's because he has to, or it's because he is too weak to stand up to him. 

That's going to stop right now. 

Nightmare looks satisfied and pulled Cross inside.

"Just pretend that never happened, okay?" Nightmare said, opening his door and almost walking inside. "Just don't listen to Chara, Cross. Stay strong... For me." Nightmare cringed at the way that sounded.

but he left Cross standing at the door...

That made him feel guilty for some reason.

He just pushed that away and grabbed his phone, immediately calling his brother.

The weird emotion was there again, and it made him feel all warm inside...

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Brother? W-

Dream. We need to talk."

About what?

I'm feeling something weird.

Really? That's-

Horrible.

*sigh* Okay... 

I need to figure it out.  I need your assistance.

you're just to shy to say help.

I will kill you.

*nervous laugh* Describe it

I feel all warm inside, and it's not hurting me.

Well...

What?! Am I going back to my other form?!

No! I just think...

What?

You... 

Don't do that.

You're feeling love Broth-

No, I'm not.

You asked for my help...

I don't care. I am not feeling love.

That's the only feeling you can be feeling!

I loved you. It doesn't feel like that. 

-this call has end-

Dream sighed, staring down at his sparkily phone Ink made him a while back with sorrow. Nightmare loves someone, and he keeps denying it. 

Then an idea came to his head.

And it was great.