Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Hidden Look

Cross stared around quietly. He'd zoned out of the lesson ages ago. None of it was important to him. He blinked. "Chara." He muttered under his breath. The ghostly human blinked and twitched to look up at him. Cross jerked his head and they twitched, understanding. Cross blinked. His eyes were replaced with Chara's target eyes and he used them to look around. The world had become red.

He was genuinely curious as he turned to look at everyone else. There. A skeleton was floating next to Horror. It seemed content to be with him. It glowed a vibrant, yet soothing pinkish purple. Cross recognized it. It was the spirit he'd spoken to. The resident spirit of Nightmare's house. It seemed to meet his gaze and shiver, ducking behind Horror.

Cross blinked and turned to look at Dust. He stopped. That was bizarre. A skull on top of a scarf drifted around the hooded skeleton. A pair of hands accompanied it, but other than that, there was no other body. The spirit was lit up black. It had been born of pain and trauma. It seemed to be whispering to him and he watched as Dust twitched. Cross closed one eye and the world shifted again, appearing in orange.

Red, dripping tendrils connected Dust to the spirit. A contract bound in blood. The one that was only breakable by the mortal themselves. But the way those tendrils were curled so tightly around Dust made Cross believe he would never be free of this cursed thing.

He moved back to look at Horror and paused. Rope connected the two. Wrists to wrists. Ankles to ankles. Neck to neck. The ropes glowed a quiet white. The bonding had been voluntary. He blinked and looked down at himself.

His chains glowed as they attached him to Chara. They were glowing in red. Involuntary bonding. They hadn't wanted to be fused together like this. He sighed before finally closing that eye and opening his other one. The world became pink.

He blinked and glanced down. A red string was circled around his pinkie bone. It looked around before it ended around Nightmare's. A slow smile spread across his face. That had been his reason for not killing the other.

They were tied. Cross had sensed it. He curiously looked out at the others once again. Both Killer and Dust had red strings that disappeared up into the ceiling. Cross blinked. Possibly different students. But Horror... Horror's red string was connected to the spirit drifting above him. Cross tipped his head. How... curious...

He opened both of his eyes and shook his head, clearing his vision. Chara reopened their eyes and he thanked them quietly. Chara twitched before nodding quietly. They were muttering to themselves again. Outside the door, they heard the faint ring of the bell. Toriel sighed. "Alright." She said, clearly used to the fact that no one had been listening. "Class dismissed. I'll see you all tomorrow!" They all broke out in a chorus of complaints and Toriel rolled her eyes.

"You all should be happy! Tomorrow is Friday!" She said, beckoning for Cross and Horror to come over to her so she could unlock their muzzles. She unlocked Cross first and he thanked her. She unlocked Horror and Horror opened his jaws immediately, but seemed to forcibly stop himself from biting her. Toriel smiled, seeming proud.

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Cross moved back over to Nightmare. Nightmare sighed and they left the classroom. They waited in the lobby for the others. Nightmare's tentacles flicked impatiently. He didn't want to wait for Dream, but he had no way of telling the other. Cross raised a brow.

They jumped as there was a scraping noise and Horror came out with a huge grin. They watched as he pulled something out of his bloodstained back pack and slung it over his shoulder, seeming pleased. Nightmare blinked before scoffing quietly in amusement. "Found your axe?" Horror nodded with a huge grin. Dust and Killer came out last.