Idiot one, and idiot two

The cold

A cold knife brushed against his throat, his breath hitched as he was paralyzed. The person who had the knife up to his neck was waiting for a sound to come out of cross, but was pleased when it was dead silent. "Now... you've seen boss right?"

Cross to say the least was confused. Not even scared just really confused. "Who's boss?" Cross hesitated before speaking. The only response he got was the knife being pressed harder against his neck creating a itching paper thin wound. "Your not one of the group are you... you have no reason to be making goggly eyes at boss then..." The voice hissed.

Cross alley started to realize the situation, leaving panic to set in slowly. Soon he had stomped on the voice's foot in hopes of getting out, which had happened, but not the way he hoped for. The voice let go, groaning in pain that throbbed on his foot. As cross was trying to get away, the guy violently grabbed his arm, swinging him and slamming him on the wall, pressing the knife to his neck roughly.

Soon, a fight had broken out between the two. It's not like cross hasn't experienced knifes before, hell he can summon a knife practically the size of him. No, the problem here was the dark, he can barely see a thing and without a weapon he was practically defenseless against the attacks.

His neck, arms and even his hip bones were slashed a couple of times, each other one getting harder and more painful for him to more. The stranger had kicked cross in the stomach after getting to close, causing cross the hit the floor with a loud thud. It didn't take much time for the attack to pin cross to the floor and pin the knife right in the middle of his chest, dead center of his soul.

A hitched breath quivered from cross's lips. He huffed and weakly moved like a dead fish searching for its last hope through twitches and wiggles. "S-stop!" Cross yelled in a stammering voice, only gripping the knife weakly to try and hold it back just a bit longer.

"Oh..." the voice sighed. "I guess I've gone to far again.. haven't I?" A hitched and unsettling chuckle came from the voice as if he was insane, which practically he was. "Sorry... just making sure you stayed away from nightmares..." The voice sounded dark, a hiss of threat leaving his voice. "Or.. I just might have to kill you!" Another unwilling chuckle came, the knife being pressed down harder.

Cross' mood dropped, no way was he giving up that easily to have this creep have him! But before the monochrome skeleton could protest, he hissed in pain from the tip of the blade pressing its limits with his chest. "Fine fine! I'll stay away!" Cross yelped, a begging call.

It was pathetic, to give up that quickly. But, to cross' defense, he had only had a crush on the goopy asshole for just a little bit. If it had been longer, this would be a different story. The gray scaled skeleton could practically feel the hot breath of his attacker, breathing down his neck like a sales man on crack.

"Good." The snake like voice hissed, stepping off of cross. Cross had no second thoughts about getting up, and rushing out of the closet door before that weirdo could do something else. Like who is so crazy to kill someone over a crush!?

Cross took a breath of the cold icy air. It's been a while actually, he didn't realize how fast the time had passed while almost getting killed. I guess time really dose go fast when you're having fun.

The Oreo swiftly walked away, hands in his pockets as those were the only part of his body  to not have some sort of ridicules layering. His shaky breath left a puff of gray smoke in the air, just showing how cold it had gotten.

***

As ink waved Dream off he took a deep breath, walking towards his house. Three nights in a row he was kicked out or abused by his "dad", but his hopes were still up that he could sleep in his room peacefully tonight. If not then... he just didn't know what he could do. Blue's parents wouldn't let him in, and dreams mother would probably kick him out too.