He sheepishly smiled at me, one hand still tugging at the edge of his jacket in a nervous way. I couldn't help but smile, he was so cute when he did that. "U-Um, C-Cross?" He stutters, tripping on his words. I look down at him. "Yeah, Epic?" "A-Are...Are you okay?" He asks, seeming to have changed the question, mid-thought. I wondered what he would've asked me, if he had the courage to. He doesn't like me...I like him more than anything in the world, but, HIM like ME? I wasn't so sure about that now. Either way, he was precious to me...always.

"C'mon," The octopus whined, his permanent grin wide. "You know you want me." "Go away, Nightmare." Cross grumbled, glaring through his roommate. "I'm not gonna date a fellow crazy person. Not now." "Yeah, yeah." Nightmare waves off, smirking. "How long will it take you to realize- This is my asylum. No one'll stop us, no one'll stare. And soon," The octopus shifts closer, his tentacles wrapping around the smaller's delicate body. "It'll be O U R A S Y L U M." Yeah, yeah. I'm Crossmare trash. What, gonna judge me? Also.. THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO DADDY_EMO_NERD_KID. A fellow Crossmare supporter. P.S.: POTENTIAL SMUT it depends on what the readers want. Also, mature themes- If you're sensitive to murder, suicide, blood, all that crap, then GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE UNDERTALE FANDOM! Or just, y'know, don't read this book.