Chapter 6 - Night, Night

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Cross's POV

I played on my phone. I didn't care that I was pulling an all-nighter, my fanfiction was too important! That, and YouTube. I was in the middle of reading a VaporFlare fanfic, because to be honest, I might have been a little tiny bit too much into Pokemon... Either that, or it was Chara's fault. Whoops. Ah well, at least nobody was bothering me...

Suddenly, someone knocked on my door. I sighed. "Come in," I grumbled, putting my phone under my bed to hide it. The door opened, it was Nightmare. He looked worried, almost scared.

"Cross, you haven't been sleeping at all lately. Are you okay?" I sighed. "Seriously, I'm scared for you.." he mumbled audibly, walking toward me, goop falling off. That did tend to happen when he was scared or sad, and also when he felt weak, or when he felt.. useless. Within a few minutes, Nightmare had turned passive and was crying by the side of my bed. I never thought he cared for me that much.. I sat next to him and hugged him, rubbing circles on his back.

"I'm sorry, Nightmare, I didn't mean to worry you..." As I rubbed circles on his back and he cried, I grew sleepier. It was comfy, being here, staying here.  Knowing that someone cared for me. I could tell Chara was hardcore shipping is in the background, but I didn't mind. I just wanted to stay like this. Safe, and warm...

- in the morning -

Dust's POV

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs, and the sound of snuggling in another room. First of all, yummers, and second of all, who's that? Whomst is snuggling in this house? It has better be a ship of mine, or I... I don't know! It just better be a ship. Walking outside, the door next to mine was open. Cross never left it open on purpose, though.. I stopped and stared. Then my immediate thinking was, Get Horror! I rushed to his door and knocked on it excitedly. "Horror, Horror, you won't believe this!!!" He groggily opened his door.

"What is it, Dust?" he questioned.

"Scree, a ship, a ship! Our OTP is becoming real~!" I sang, dancing in place. He stared at me. "For real?" he asked, his mood better already. I nodded furiously, rushing off to Cross's room as silently as I could, opening the door more. We basked in the glory that was Crossmare, then went and got breakfast. Ink and Dream were already there, Ink flirting a little with Dream, while Dream got super flustered. Gotta admit, not the ship I was hoping for, but hey I'll go with it.

As soon as Ink saw me, he grinned devilishly, telling Dream to look away. He made an okay sign, then pinned it upside down against his leg. Like an idiot, I watched him. I sighed, slapping the back of my neck. "Why, oh holy pristine pineapple pizza in a pickled pantry?" He snickered, mouthing "Got em, fucker." I laughed. As much as an asshole Ink can be, he's memey and full of comic relief for all of us, which is more than I can ask for. Not to mention he's an awesome artist. One time he even drew an alternate version of Blue from a different multiverse of all things; how does he come up with those weird ideas? Cool, sure, but still weird.

Speaking of Blue, we haven't seen him in a few days. I'm getting worried, that dude was like a best friend to me. Not to mention I was just starting to make friends with Stretch. Maybe I should call him? I should call him. He deserves to know, after all. Error was better than most of us combined, but he suffered so much for nothing other than the hate that Fate saved for him. Blue stuck by him! I pulled out my phone and dialed Stretch's number. I was gonna do it, he deserves to know! He deserves to know...

Stretch's POV

I sat there, watching NTT TV. Boring as always. I yawned. My phone rang. Picking it up, I said "Hello?" lazily. But the words that came out of the other end made me sit straight up. "Blue did WHAT?!"

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714 words. Aaaaah, I'm sorry for not updating! School is starting tomorrow, and I won't have my phone for about a week. I'll miss writing this, but I'll try and keep it going on a Docs! Bye-bye ;-;
-SkyTheAlmighty

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