Dust x Horror x Killer Story

Taken

Ah! I love this picture, it's so cute

Killer pov: 

    My 'eyes' flickered open and I scanned my surroundings. I looked down and saw Horror quietly snoring. He had his arms wrapped around me and his head on my chest. He'd fallen asleep on me. He's so cute...Damn, what time is it?

    I didn't dare to move, (What evil demon would move while their lover's asleep on them?) I smiled a bit at that thought then Horror shifted a bit. I looked down at him and saw his eyes flutter open, then look up at me.

    Horror smiled a bit. I smiled too, "Enough sleep?" He sighed, "Eh." I stroked his head, "Soooo, are you gonna get off me now?" He looked back up at me, then closed his eyes, wrapped around me tighter, and settled back down onto me.    

    I stared at him then groaned, hanging my head back, "I hate you." Horror spoke in an exhausted voice, "Hate you too, dumbass." 

Cross pov:

    I laid curled up into Nightmare's chest. Tears running down my cheeks. Night rubbed my arm gently to comfort me.

    I had another nightmare. No, not like Nightmare Sans. They've been more frequent lately. I'm starting to think that it might be because I'm around Night so much. He is the king of negativity after all.

    I hate those thoughts. I try to push them away or block them out. I don't want to think about that. I don't want to think that he's the reason I've been feeling more down lately. Unfortunately, I think that Nightmare knows he's why I'm feeling like this.

    I love him. I really, really do. And I finally have him, I can't let this stand in the way. I'm sure that there's a solution to this. And maybe, it's not even him. Yeah, it could be just a phase or something...

Nightmare pov:

    I held Cross as tears streamed down his cheeks. I could feel the negative energy making me stronger. I hated it. Cross' pain is giving me power. It makes me sick to think about it. 

    I looked down at him, "How are you feeling?" Cross closed his eyes, "Better..." I know he's lying. I bet my aura is making him feel weaker right now. I sighed, "Cross, I know you've been feeling worse lately, depressed even. And...maybe, I-"

    Cross interrupted, "Nighty, I told you I'm fine. It was just a bad dream." I sighed, "Yeah, the fifth bad dream this week, Cross. ... I think you're feeling the same way I do about this..." Cross stayed silent, staring into my chest. 

    I closed my eyes, "It's because of me-" Cross hugged me tighter, "No! It's not!" More tears started falling from his eye sockets, "I-it's just, just a phase or something. Y-yeah that's it-" "Cross..." "No, I know what you're gonna say! I don't want to hear it. It's something else. It's got to be something else!"

    His silent tears turned to quiet sobs, god I hated seeing him cry. And I could feel the negative energy making me stronger. Why am I like this? Why does he have to go through this? Why does he want to go through this?

    I pulled him close, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I won't bring it up. Please don't cry..." Cross wiped his tears away and tried to calm down. I'm not really good at this comforting thing...I'm trying, but I don't think I'm doing a good job. 

    I sighed, then lifted Cross' chin and leaned down to kiss him. He leaned into the kiss, too. After a few seconds, I pulled away. He smiled, then gave me a hug. 

A few minutes later...

No ones pov:

    Cross and Nightmare walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Cross walked over to the stove, "So, wanna make dinner with me, Night?" Nightmare smiled, "Sure, but I'm not that good..." Cross grabbed Nightmares hand, "It's okay, I'll help you!" Nightmare chuckled.