Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Bodily Regret

Cross flinched at the aching in his pelvis. "Fuck..." He muttered. He pulled off the scarf and studied himself in the bathroom mirror in Nightmare's room. He tipped his head, showing the bruised bitemarks. "Horror truly does not play around, does he, Chara?" Cross glanced at his ghostly companion, who seemed fascinated with sliding a bar of soap around the bathtub.

Cross sighed. "It's good to help fellow spirits out once in a bit..." He murmured quietly. It had been nice to fly free again. And he was sure Lust had had a good time as well.

He chuckled softly as he remembered how apologetic and awkward Lust had been. He'd had to reassure the other several times that it was alright before the other had left.

His hands absentmindedly slipped into the waistband on either side of his shorts and he stroked the sides of his aching pelvis. He sighed. "I've definitely felt worse pain and have had worse injuries..." He chuckled. "Like a needle through my SOUL."

He turned and flicked off the bathroom light, heading back out into the dark bedroom. His glowing eyes quickly adjusted and he hissed quietly as a jolt up his hip made him stop.

He furrowed his brow. The straps on his clothes were missing. He'd have to get them from Horror the next day. He glanced over at the sleeping Nightmare before sighing and moving to the couch.

Cross wasn't going to lie. He was truly on the verge of giving up. Despite them being SOULmates, Nightmare had rejected and seemed to hate all of his advances. Cross sat on the couch, rubbing his neck and ghosting his hand absentmindedly across the bitemarks.

He thought it over once again before he sighed and gave a bitter chuckle. "I went to the trouble of finding and consuming a living SOUL to bring myself back to life for a SOULmate who rejects me." He said, smiling. He felt pain. "How funny..." He glanced at Chara.

Chara, even though they didn't understand his words, seemed to at least understand that something was wrong. They crept over and settled next to Cross on the couch, twitching and shaking. Cross sighed and leaned back against the couch. "Perhaps we should have stayed in the tomb, Chara..."

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Blue was texting Ink furiously, his face bright blue as Dust was in the bathroom.

INK OMG OMG IM IN DUSTS BEDROOM

He quickly raised his phone and snapped a picture of the bedroom before sending it. His SOUL was pounding. He held his phone to his chest. Dust's bedroom was pretty normal if you didn't count the odd grey smudges and streaks all over the walls. Blue was sitting on the edge of Dust's bed. He bounced and wriggled excitedly.

He jumped as he felt the phone vibrate and lifted it.

You're okay right

Blue blinked and raised a brow. What an odd question. He texted Ink back curiously.

Of course why wouldn't I be ?

Blue sent it and flopped back on the bed. He jumped as he heard the bathroom door open and Dust came out. He noticed Blue and tipped his head, seeming amused. "What are ya doing, Blueberry?" Blue felt his cheeks tint again as he lifted his head to look at the other.

"I'm just laying back! Your bed is SUPER soft!" He exclaimed. Dust chuckled and came over, flopping down on the bed too. He closed his eyes and Blue stared over at him, blush on his cheeks. Blue jumped as he felt his phone vibrate again. He picked it up and paused.