Depression... A Sansest Story.

Ooh, drama*Falls of chair laughing*

"D-dream?" Cross asked, touching a tree and watching the skeleton, who was sitting in a tree reading. He looked up and almost fell off of the thing in surprise. His face was a pure yellow, and that made Cross smile.

Both of them knew something, something really...

Confusing to everyone.

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"Killer? I need help." Cross said, sticking his head in Killer room and watching as he waved Cross in. he was sitting on his bed, his hands behind his head. "Whatcha need?" Killer asked, smirking. Cross never asked for help, even if he needed it, so this was a rare chance. "You seem to know 'love'-"

Killer gasped, sitting up and patting beside him. "Who is it?!" 

Killer was the shipper of the team and the classical best girlfriend person. Cross snickered and sat, looking into Killer's grey eyes, which were shining brightly. When the killer gets excited, his eyes glow like this, and when he's angry, but that was impossible.

"Well-" Killer cut him off, "Nightmare?" Cross froze. "no."

Killer groaned. "I ship it though!" Cross just rolled his eyes at this. "It's someone really... far from him." Killer blinked, frowning.

The realization hit him in the face, and he tackled Cross. "DREAM?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Cross flinched and slowly nodded.

He didn't like Dream like that, but it was as close as he could get to make someone love him like anyone at the villain's place could. Dust had Blue, Horror had Lust, Nightmare didn't care, Killer... well. Yeah no. Fell had Sci, and so on so forth.

Killer's face fell. "oh."

Cross pushed him off and said, "Oh? What?"

Something in Killer didn't like that, but he couldn't trust that feeling after what happened to Nightmare. "Go get him, tiger."

Cross smiled brightly and ran out of the room. Killer's smile slowly left right after he disappeared. 

That anger and jealously... why was it there?

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"ink?" Dream asked, blushing. Ink just turned around and hummed, paintbrush hanging off his hand. " You're dating someone-"

Ink immediately dropped his brush and tackled his friend, bombarding him with questions. "Okay- okay!" Dream said, cutting the other off.

Ever since Killer was rejected, he'd felt this weird feeling whenever he was around him, and he studied that feeling. 

He even asked blue, who said that he had a crush on this 'said person'. Dream didn't know what it meant, until about 7 minutes ago.

he'd traced it back to Cross, even though the details would cost a whole entire book by itself.

"Who is it?!" Ink exclaimed, helping his friend up. "C-" Ink fell backward, almost fainting. "CREAM SHALL BE TRUE!"

Dream blinked, staring at his weird friend. "I'll.... just go..." 

He sprinted out of there, running into the woods so Ink wouldn't find him and started fangirling.

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"H-hi C-cross..." Dream murmured, looking away and blushing. Cross frowned. "Why are you blushing?"

Dream squeaked, and almost fell over. Cross was laughing, almost to the point of tears. "y-you-" Dream puffed out his boney-cheeks, looking away. Cross stopped after a while. 

"I need to tell you something-" 

Dream hugged Cross. "I love you too."

Cross flinched at this, not really loving this at all. 

But he needed love from someone, like his real crush would love him, so he hugged back...

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Killer ran into the throne room, crying. Nightmare sat up straighter at this action, knowing something was really wrong. Killer's joking behavior was all gone, and this was not normal.

"Cross- dream-" Killer said, bent over, gasped, and collapsed on the floor. Nightmare ran down to him, the new cape flowing behind him. Finally, Killer raised his hand and made a heart, murmuring, "Cross, dream..."

He fainted.

Nightmare stood staring at Killer in surprise.

His brother found love...

Now he was all alone.

He clenched his fists, growling at this.

He wanted someone to make his own, someone to make him...

He looked up, seeing the shiny surface of the walls reflect him. "Why can't anything go my way?"