Shut Up and Dance

I Realize This Is My Last Chance

Two weeks had passed and no one had any idea where Sprinkle, Desire, Goth, Palette, Incubix, or Moonlight went.

Their parents were obviously incredibly paranoid, especially since Ink and Dream's attacks on the Au's has become much more violent.

The security camera footage didn't show anything, in fact, the footage showed nothing. Someone tampered with it.

Sci was sent to fix it, which he seemed incredibly tired, stressed, and nervous. Which was normal, Sci was always like that, but with all the mayhem he seemed just extra tired.

All the footage had been deleted so Sci couldn't discover who messed with the security system.

Nightmare sat on his throne, glaring off into the distance. He barely payed Cross any attention when he opened the door and shuffled inside.

"Nightmare?"

Cross asked, Nightmare didn't respond.

"Night?"

Still no response.

"Nighty?"

Still nothing.

"Husband?"

Silence.

"King of Darkness?"

Nightmare didn't even glance his way.

"Rape squid?"

Cross wondered how Nightmare still didn't acknowledge him, so he kept on pestering him.

"Angsty octopus?"

Ok, now Cross was just making things up.

"Third-grader's slime creation?"

Still surprisingly nothing.

"Kinky hentai goop?"

Was Nightmare dead or something? Normally he would get super pissed off by now.

"Smexy tentacle-man."

Maybe Nightmare was so stressed about his two kids missing, obviously he was too, but Cross didn't like to mope and brood all day.

"Angry lab abomination?"

Cross was running out of things to call him, so he strained his brain to keep thinking.

"Insecure apple corruption?"

Cross knew he really should stop talking, but he didn't.

"Old piece of gum?"

Cross almost snorted at that one.

"Miserable shadow demon?"

Cross paused, he couldn't think of any more.

"Are you done yet?" Nightmare finally responded. Cross hesitated before slowly grinning,"For now."

Cross as walked over to lean on Nightmare's throne, Nightmare said,"As much as I wanted to punch you for those insults, I'd admit some were funny." Cross laughed,"Thanks. I'm super creative." His smile faded,"Are you ok?"

"I think I should be asking to that question. You're acting way to optimistic."

Cross put on another smile, but this smile was much more grim,"Everyone grieves differently."

Nightmare sighed, not knowing how to comfort his distressed husband,"We don't know if they're dead." "Then why are you all Mr. Anxiety and Stress?" "Have you been around these past few weeks?"

"Touché."

Cross felt one of Nightmare's tentacles get wrapped around his waist. Cross wasn't surprised, Nightmare usually dragged him around like this.