"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.

Cross has had it. There is only one place left for him to go and he just HAS to find it. Escaping an abusive father, he seeks the Circus. A spectacle of performers and animals. But once he's there, things aren't as they seem. Ships: Crossmare Errink Kreme Horrorlust Afterdeath Dustberry WARNING: SAD