Cross recuerda... recuerda cosas malas..

Ink Cross'u uyarmıştı. Cross her ne kadar ink'in sözünü dinlese bile,olanlarla baş edemedi. bu benim ilk hikayem! bu yüzden yazım yanlışlarını görmezden gelin ;')

Hola Hola!! tengo un nuevo one shot, espero que les guste, este va a hacer... Emmm... mejor leenlo. no apto Para débiles! nos vemos!

Oneshots che per quanto mi sforzi di scrivere anche su altri personaggi sono solo Crossmare

A crossmare fanfic with all the fluffiness and action you will ever want !

Cross a young man full of energy and deception is forced into work for his brother Chara's life after he tries to scam the wrong corrupted skeleton out of his money. But perhaps it won't be so hard? Or maybe that's just wishful thinking... --- The art doesn't belong to me if you know who it belongs to hit me up so I can properly credit them or change it!

Rewards: #1 Crossmare #1 IN UNDERTALE?!?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?! *** There wasn't a creature in the entire multiverse quite like Nightmare. Most viewed him as an insane overlord high on power, but he radiated far too much calculation and control for blind madness to be the cause of his personality. No, he was smart. Incredibly so. He best be, as he ran an entire kingdom of misery and suffering just out of reach from the universe's nosey "Saviors." Cross had a difficult time deciphering his master's intentions. One may argue that he had no choice in being the ravenous king he is now, but that life had forced him down the path long ago for the sake of feeding. That's what this is all for after all. The pain and suffering. It was to feed the king. Cross couldn't despise him for such a basic necessity, no matter how foreign the concept and how often hunger turned the king's attention his way.

just a friendly crossmare storie for your enjoyment!

I felt like it so here we go

El amor podía ser infinito como el espacio, pero no era para siempre. Nightmare y Cross eran diferentes en muchos aspectos. Cross era alguien relajado, que no le gustaba ser el foco de atención en una fiesta. Nightmare amaba ver a los demás sufrir, era su pasatiempo. No era su culpa, aquella manzana que mordió lo dejó en este estado. Cross se había enamorado de Nigthmare, ¿y Nightmare de Cross? -Me encantaría estar en las estrellas, el cada una de ellas y así encontrarte cada vez que yo te busque