Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Lesser Thrill

After school and back at the house, Horror was muttering to himself as he waited for the oven to heat. It seemed he was finally taking Blue's instructions and cooking things instead of just eating them straight out of the freezer. Nightmare watched him quietly. The other seemed to be muttering to something else that he couldn't see.

He looked over to see Cross still staring out the window at the snow. Nightmare stood and made his way over. The other blinked and turned to him, eyes glowing from under that fluffy hood. Nightmare had wrapped a tentacle over the other's shoulder.

Cross blinked. Upon closer inspection, the other actually seemed to be trembling. Nightmare furrowed his brow. "What's wrong? Are you afraid of snow?" He asked uncertainly. That couldn't be it, as he didn't sense any fear from the other. Only pain. Sure enough, Cross scoffed and turned away, crossing his arms.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm afraid of cows, not snow." He said quietly. Nightmare blinked for a moment. Cross seemed to notice his silence and sighed, a faint blush lighting up his face. "It's a long story." He went back to staring out at the snow.

"So why are you trembling?" Nightmare asked quietly. Cross blinked, seeming confused before raising a hand. His bony fingers were trembling ever so slightly. Nightmare pulled him closer and reached out, pausing.

Cross remained quiet and blinked as Nightmare hooked his fingers on the top of his hood. "Is this okay?" Nightmare asked quietly. Cross looked down and Nightmare gave a soft sigh, pushing the hood back. Cross made a small muffled noise. Nightmare could see his face now. Nightmare stared down at him. "What's wrong? You can tell me..."

Cross was quiet for a moment before he reached up. He seemed to absentmindedly trace the jagged scar under his eye. "Last then I saw snow, I was in the middle of one of our most memorable battles. I remember... losing my focus for a moment, and just watching the flakes fall on my fingers and melt. Then, an enemy soldier caught me and nearly dusted me." Cross said quietly. Nightmare blinked.

"It made me think that beauty was going to get me killed. So I blocked everything else out." Cross leaned against Nightmare. Nightmare stared out into the snow. He couldn't imagine finding a moment of relief in war, just to have it brutally broken by reality again. A moment of natural peace and beauty. He curled his tentacle tighter around Cross.

The other seemed appreciative, reaching up and gently holding the tentacle to him. He rubbed his cheek against it and Nightmare blushed quietly.

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Horror, I do not know how to work the oven either. Lust said sheepishly, floating around him. Horror huffed. Well, THAT was a problem, since the oven was already ON. Did you check the box? They were making another frozen pizza. Horror turned and picked up the box with twitchy, skeletal fingers.

"Shoulda just eaten the damn thing frozen." He muttered under his breath. Lust heard him and began to scold Horror. Horror sighed. His fingers twitched as he read the box quietly. He quickly realized that his hands were shaking too much. He set the box on the counter.

This pizza had come with something to cook it on. Horror opened the oven and slid the pizza in. "How long?" He asked, shutting the oven and resting his twitchy fingers in the dial. Lust drifted over the box, but seemed troubled. Horror glanced back at him.

Horror, I do not think I have informed you of this. Lust said, sheepishly ducking his head as he clasped his hands in front of him. But I cannot read.