The Sound of Laughter || An Epic x Cross Shipbook

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Quick A/N to Margaret (im not even censoring ur name cuz im not ashamed):

The book's plot has changed really far off from the draft you read on my notebook, so try not to get confused or comment things that might not happen in my revised plot.

Thank you, bro.

Killer's POV

   "...Wait...where's my boyfriend...?"the goopy figure asked, seemingly to himself, his right hand twitching slightly. I didn't understand what he meant at first, but then I remembered. It felt almost like it was just a day ago, but he and Cross got together two months before his brother and I were too. How they got together is still something I could not apprehend.

    Cross is a Sans who has a soul shared with a human and is a taco addict. Nightmare is a sadist tar blob of a Sans (who's apparently the negative part of the sentimental balance) that always scares the shit out of everyone. How, just how, did they get together? That's some seriously weird chemistry. My thoughts were interrupted by the octopus himself when he told Horror to check Cross' room.

    His steps receded as he went up several flights of stairs, one of the worst things about the mansion. A door opened and shut then his heavy footsteps slowly got louder and louder as he ran back down panting. Wiping the questionable sweat across his forehead, he said, "Sorry, sir, he's not there." Before Horror was able to finish his sentence, Nightmare took out his phone and muttered to himself, "I knew that artist wasn't to be trusted in bringing people back while being drunk...Well, he does have short-term memory loss frequently..."

    He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number and put the phone to his skull. It rang several times, unusual for the type of person Cross is. He would always pick up at the first few rings, but, unfortunately, it wasn't answered. Nightmare frowned and started dialing someone else. He put the phone up to his 'ear' again and it picked up.

"Uhh...Hello? Who's this?" a familiar voice resonated from the phone.

"It's Nightmare. Where did you drop off Cross, Ink?" The goopy skeleton bluntly asked.

    The line went quiet for a while until he answered, "I'm sorry. I don't remember. Last thing I do remember was that I dropped off some minor Sans version to his AU..." He trailed off his sentence as Nightmare narrowed his eyes.

   "Hol' up. Tell me more about that Sans you were talking about. I might find his location with it," Nightmare said to Ink who was at the other end of the line.

   "Nah. I'm going to your place instead, so I can draw how he looks like and some info about him... if that's what you're asking for," Ink stubbornly replied, causing the other to get ticked off.

"...Whatever."

    After hearing clattering noises from the other side of the line, the call ended. Soon after, a colorful rainbow-themed portal opened at the doorway of the mansion. The artist hopped out with a sketchpad, a few pencils, a fineliner, an eraser, and a small pouch.

    He stepped a few times towards us, until he gagged and puked black ink on the floor. He wiped off the leftover ink on his face with the back of his hand and said,

"Uhh...Sorry about that!...What was it again you wanted me to do?"

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Epic's POV

   "You're in Epictale, bruh," I grinned at him, squatting down to his level. He returned the gesture and stood up. "So... what should we do?" He asked while I stood back up. "I dun' know. You want me to tour you around my AU, bruh?"