Singing Competition (Sansest Story)

Chapter 27

AAAAAAAAAAAAA DRAMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

---

"The Singing Competition hosts, please come to the auditorium for rehearsal."

Nightmare stopped in his tracks, groaning. "I swear to god I'm going to quit this." Cross snickered.

"I mean, if you're bad then you won't make it to round two, amiright? Then you'll be causing panic and despair everywhere else."

Nightmare, Cross, Killer, and Error spun around on their heels and started to walk towards the gym, which was right next to the auditorium.

"Soooo...Did you guys learn your songs?" Killer asked, leaning forward to see everyone's faces, since they were all walking beside each other. "Yeah, well, most if it. It's kinda of a slow rap so-"

Error snorted, "Y0u'r3 k1dd1ng m3, r1ght?"

"Well I'm sorry I'm not a good rapper like some people I know." Cross shot back, mumbling under his breath.

Nightmare just chuckled, shaking his head.

He took a deep breath, the soft echo of their footsteps lulling him into a soft trance.

I don't think that I would exactly call it love, but it's dripping down my consciousness, as your slipping down my lungs...

Why, for some unknown god forsaken reason... Was that making him think of Cross?

Sure, that skeleton did get his attention all the time, mostly because he still hung around Nightmare willingly, and Dream. Most people either chose Dream or Nightmare, no one shared the two brothers willingly.

Cross also was a strong fighter, and witty with his words.

He wasn't perfect, he had body issues and most likely had panic attacks, not to mention he was a perfectionist.

That weirdly unperfect skeleton gained his interest, none the less.

But why was that song getting into his head when he thought about Cross....?

He immediately put out the thought of him liking Cross, like, like liking Cross. (like, like liking omfg-) He hasn't had a crush on anyone besides that one cute kid in 5th grade, and that was when he was still weak. Sure, he thought people were cute once in a while, but never had a crush on anyone besides that annoyingly cute guy.

He committed suicide in 6th grade because of Nightmare's aura, however...

The image of Cross came into his brain again, that skeleton smiling and laughing with Killer...
He was jolted out of his mind when Error elbowed him, frowning. "Wh@t'r3 y0u d01ng...?"

"Thinking...?"

Cross snickered, "You were mumbling those same lyrics over and over again."

"What lyrics?"
Killer scratched his head, "Uh, something about slipping down someone's lungs and love."
NIghtmar's eye widened, and he chuckled nervously. "Just the stupid lyrics to that song."
"Oh? Are you in love? It's a fact people remember stuff the more they relate to it."

Nightmare growled, punching Killer in the face with his tentacle, getting a laugh out of the other.

"I will never be in love."

Cross snorted, getting Nightmare's attention. "Everyone has the ability to love, Nightmare. Even you, a heartless monster."

"I'm not heartless."