Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Small Talk

Nightmare woke in a small room. He blinked. It looked like a library. An underground library. It had been converted into a bedroom. Beds were tucked between some of the bookshelves. It was a grand old library too. There was a fireplace flickering off to the side, along with a couple of plush chairs.

Nightmare was on one of the beds. He sat up, shivering. He heard a growl and flinched back.
Chara was sitting in front of the fireplace, a book in front of them. They were sitting on the ground, in a ball. Their ankle chains were gone, but the ones around their hips and neck weren't. There were no chains leading away from them though. Nightmare gulped.

"You seem... restrained." Cross' voice spoke behind him and he yelped, turning. Cross sat on the bed behind him. Nightmare gulped. He was... He had reverted back to his old form. He had new pieces of his uniform, including a hooded, furry coat and a long scarf. A form without protruding weapons. He placed his large red knife to the side. He still had his own chains, but the ones connecting him to Chara were gone.

Nightmare backed up, but yelped as he was yanked forward. He was chained by his wrists. He went pale and shrunk down, staring at the other in fear. Cross chuckled and Nightmare suddenly was yanked down. He was pinned on his back against the bed, his arms stretched out. He couldn't move them! He was too afraid to lash out at Cross with his feet. What had the other said?

He gulped and glared at Cross. "I AM restrained!!" He snapped, yanking at the chains. Cross blinked and raised a hand. A vibrant, glowing red knife appeared in it. Nightmare pressed himself back in slight shock. Cross moved over to him.

"I'm not talking about THESE, my prince." There it was again. Nightmare hated being referred to like that. He watched as Cross tapped his wrist cuffs. Cross paused. "I'm talking about THESE." The other's knife moved over to the magic restraints. "They were still developing these when I died... Why do you need so many??" His voice betrayed curiosity. Cross' eyes moved up to meet his.

"Are you powerful?" He asked quietly. Nightmare growled quietly. He cut his noise off immediately as Cross reached out and he felt cold, bony fingers stroke his cheek. "You're... cute." Nightmare blinked and stared at him. That had caught him off guard. Out of the millions of words he'd heard used to describe him, 'cute' was never one of them.

"WHAT?" He asked, actually feeing a bit offended. He inhaled sharply as he felt the tip of Cross' knife settle on one of the restraints, the blade already beginning to pierce through the metal. Nightmare jumped as he felt Cross' cold finger under his chin, making him tremble and lift his head.

His eyes widened as he felt cold teeth press against his and it took him a moment to realize what was happening. He felt his face heat up. He jumped as there was a slashing noise. His eyes were wide as Cross pulled back and he immediately looked down at himself, expecting to see a slash across his ribs. There wasn't one.

Nightmare furrowed his brow, then had a realization. He looked over and shakily lifted his arm. The restraints had been sliced off, along with the cuff. Inside, he could feel the black goo from his SOUL beginning to creep out. "Y-You're helping me...?" Nightmare asked quietly. Cross didn't answer. Instead, he had Nightmare hold out his other arm.

The ghost was humming to himself. This didn't seem to bother him at all. Nightmare jumped as he saw Cross set his knife to the side and gently run his hand up Nightmare's extended arm. Instinctively, Nightmare lashed out with his free one, only for Cross to raise a brow at him as his hand fazed through the other. "So you don't like people touching you..." The ghost mused quietly. Nightmare scowled at him.

He coughed, feeling the goop having reached his throat. Black spattered his chest and part of the bed. Cross seemed momentarily taken back. Nightmare watched as the other reached out with a ghostly hand, poking at the black substance curiously. He raised his eyes to Nightmare's face once again and Nightmare yelped as the other grabbed him and held his cheek.