~Cross' POV~
I tilted my head back and just downed the whole glass of whiskey. My throat burned as the liquid slid down it.
I slammed the glass down on a table.
I was in one of the bedrooms upstairs. We don't use them because they're far too big. It scares the crap out of us, being away from each other in this massive house.
I moved over to the dusty bed and sat down on it.
I don't think I'd ever been in this room.
The walls were painted deep purple, and looking up, there was a... massive dream catcher? It was probably as big as (or even bigger) than me. It was in all dark colours, black, purple, and deep blue feathers were attached by little pieces of string. It hung from the ceiling.
I won't lie, it was beautiful.
I poked it, and dust rained down from it.
There was a set of drawers beside the bed, and I opened the first one.
The first thing I pulled out was a small, framed photo.
It was so dusty that I couldn't see what the picture was.
I started to wipe it with my finger, trying to figure it out a I did so.
Pretty soon the whole picture was uncovered.
But there was a crack across the glass of the frame.
There were two figures, and I recognised them immediately.
They were Dream and Nightmare.
But they looked like they were about 9 or 10.
Nightmare had his arms around Dream, and Dream was giving a radiant smile.
Nightmare's expression could not be seen, as there was a large crack covering it.
Who had done that to the photo?
Suddenly, Nightmare's voice rings out.
"Cross?" He shouts.
I quickly shove the picture back into the drawer and slam it
But not before Nightmare comes into the room.
And he saw that I was going through the drawers.
He closes the door softly.
"Did you see the picture?"
It almost sounded like a statement. A rhetorical question.
He sat down next to me and I nodded slowly.
"Why was your face-" I started to ask, but he cut across me.
"My father. He hated me."
I turned to face him.
"Why?"
"He thinks that only Dream should exist. That I'm a mistake. He was furious when he found out that my mother was pregnant with twins. He wanted to kill me as soon as I was born. Said he didn't want to be the father of 'an evil bringer of bad dreams.'"
'That's disgusting,' I thought, 'no kid deserves to be treated like that.'
"Oh, Nightmare... I-I don't know w-what to say..."
He shook his head.
"There's nothing you can say, Crossy. And it's not your place to anyway. You did nothing to me."
He pulled me into a tight hug.
My face hit his shoulder, and he winced.
"Sorry, sorry..." I apologised.
"It's okay, I'll get Ink or Dream to heal it."
"Okay... so your dad smashed the photo?"
"Yep. Watched him do it." He replied with a sigh.
"That's harsh."
We sat back on the bed and said nothing for a few moments.
"So what is this room, anyway?" I asked.
"My old bedroom." He replied.
Well, that would explain the dark colours.
"Oh, wow. I really like that dream catcher, by the way."
Nightmare smiled slightly, looking up towards the dream catcher hanging on the ceiling.
"Me and Dream made our own ones. There's one in his room, too. I don't believe they work, and I don't think he does either, but we both love the way they look."
"Dream's room...?" I said to myself.
It's sort of weird to imagine that Dream and Nightmare grew up here.
Suddenly another voice calls for us.
"CROSS! NIGHTMARE! COME DOWNSTAIRS!" It's Error's voice.
We got up and walked out the door. I took one last glance at the room before shutting the door.
I'll admit, I was lost. I have no idea how to get to the stairs from here.
But Nightmare knew where he was going.
Error was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
"Okay, we're going somewhere tonight."
Both Nightmare and I sighed in frustration.
"But we're gonna get some sleep first, obviously." Error added.
"Thank god..." I whispered to myself.
"And where, may I ask, are we going?" Asked Nightmare.
"To kill that demonic child."
Chara gasped behind me. "Ask which one!" He hissed to me.
"Which one?"
"Undertale Chara."
"You know what this means, Cross..." Chara hissed to me.
I shook my head so slightly that only Chara would notice.
"What? Why?" He spoke at the same time as Nightmare, who said "Hey Error, for no reason in particular, what would happen if you killed a person who plays a major part in a universe, took their soul, and then the universe reset?"
Error raised an 'eyebrow'.
"Why?" He said sceptically.
Nightmare shrugged. "Pure interest."
Error hesitantly answered.
"Well, that depends on a few things: the person you kill, the stability and type of their soul, and whether the universe can survive without them."
"And you can't be any more specific than that?" Nightmare asked.
"Not unless you tell me who you're planning to kill." He replied.
"Okay, I'm not saying this is who I want to kill, but what about... Classic Chara?"
Error narrowed his eyes.
"Why her?"
"Just curious."
"There's something you're not telling me," Error stated, "And I'm not saying anything more than I already have until you tell me."
Nightmare glanced at me.
Error did too.
"Anything you'd like to say, Cross?" He asked.
Nightmare shook his head at me.
"Nope."
"Alright, well, both of you go and get some sleep then."
We walked to the sofa we shared. Upon getting there, I didn't go to the end I usually slept at. I lay next to Nightmare.
I noticed that Killer, Dust and Horror were whispering together on their shared sofa. Killer's empty eyes met my mismatched ones, and he gave me a menacing smile.
I gave him a confused look in return.
This made all three of them laugh.
"What?" I said.
"Sure, act like you don't know." Said Killer somewhat bitterly.
"I don't." I snarled, sitting up.
Nightmare pulled me back down and told me to relax.
But I can't if there's something going on that I should know about.
"Alright then, take a wild guess. What have you and the octopus been up to?"
Oh.
So that's what they're talking about.
"Error, where did Ink, Blue and Dream go?"
"Back to theirs." He replied shortly. The tone of his voice sent a message to all of us: 'don't talk to me.'
"Changing the conversation, are we?" Dust joked.
"All of you, shut up." Nightmare growled.
"Why should I?" Killer shouted.
"BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" Error screeched.
There was a few seconds of silence.
"Touché." Killer said quietly as he lay down.
"But why does it matter what goes on between us?" I persisted.
"BECAUSE NIGHTMARE THREW ME INTO A WALL FOR KISSING THE TOP OF HIS BROTHER'S SKULL JUST ONCE!" Killer shrieked.
"KILLER, I AM GOING TO STAB YOU WITH YOUR OWN KNIFE IF YOU DO NOT SHUT UP!" Error almost screamed.
"Did you?" I asked Nightmare as I turned to face him.
"Maybe. But Dream deserves better." He said with a sigh.
"Thanks." Killer spat.
"Does anyone ever listen to Error around here?" Fell asked me from his sofa.
"We normally do."
Meanwhile, Killer and Nightmare were still having their shouting match.
"Don't take it personally Killer, I just mean that I don't want my brother falling for a criminal when he's a 'good guy'." Nightmare said.
"Can we all just be quiet?" Horror asked with his face covered by his hoodie.
"Sure." Nightmare said.
After about a minute of silence, Dust pointed out that we hadn't even turned the lights off.
Nightmare clicked his fingers and all the light was sucked out of the room, only leaving the moonlight providing us with light.
"Error?" I said quietly.
No response.
Fine, I'll just ask the others.
"Are Geno and Reaper upstairs?" I asked.
"Yeah, they are, and they're probably doing you-know-what." Replied Killer.
"Doubt it." Came Error's exhausted voice.
"Oh, so you were awake, but you ignored me. What a bitch!" I said, only half-joking.
Everyone snorted at my comment, and even Error smiled.
"I know. I'm an asshole."
~A few hours later~
~Horror's POV~
Bang.
What was that?
I sat up, trying not to wake Killer, who had fallen off the back of the sofa, and was lying half on me.
Killer's phone was also laying net to him. He'd probably fallen asleep with it. I tapped the screen and it turned on, displaying the time:
8:12am.
I looked outside. It was still dark, and I just realised that It was extremely cold.
It's probably still raining.
I also noticed that I was very thirsty, so went to get a drink.
I was still questioning the dark sky and stupidly cold air as I got a glass of water.
Taking a small sip, I realised just how cold the water was.
It made me wince as my teeth went numb and my throat felt like it had knives being shoved down it.
I looked out the kitchen window. The trees which surrounded the house were being blown furiously by the wind, and the ran was heavier than before.
For some reason, I opened the window.
I'm not even going to bother trying to describe how cold it was.
But one of the 'raindrops' hit me in the face, and I soon realised that it was actually hailstone.
I closed the window and started to make my way back to the living room, but something caught my attention.
A flash of black and white.
Without thought, I scrambled back into the living room and grabbed my axe.
I walked slowly back towards the kitchen.
I raised my axe.
I looked at the window again.
And then I felt something tap my shoulder.
I spun around and swung my axe, not thinking about the fact that I could be about to kill one of my friends.
I caught one glance of them.
White, unkept hair, black and white clothing, a scar over a red eye.
A human.
As soon as my axe made contact with his side, he disappeared.
And someone shrieked in the living room.
~Killer's POV~
"AAH!"
I sat up immediately, pulling my knife out of my pocket.
I noticed that Horror was absent from the sofa.
Dust was awake too.
So were Error, Nightmare, and Fell.
And then there was Cross, being shaken by Horror on the floor.
"Cross! What happened! Answer me!" Horror shouted.
Blood was pouring from Cross' side.
"I-I don't know, do I?" Cross shrieked.
Nightmare was staring down at Cross with an alarmed yet confused expression.
Error was looking blankly at the scene, no particular expression on his face.
I didn't even know what to think anymore.
~C.C's POV~
Nightmare took me to Ink's dream last night.
What I actually tried to do there failed.
Something tells me if I had asked to go to Error's instead, I would have been more successful.
But I figured I might have been able to do it in reality, rather than a dream.
It kinda, almost worked.
Maybe.
Since Cross was asleep and talking to his boyfriend, I was able to leave the dream and wake up.
I took over Cross' body, just so I could access the stronger part of his soul.
I don't really remember how, but for a few seconds, I was able to take the form of my body.
I couldn't explain how I did it, I just knew how.
I was so shocked to see Cross' body in front of me (thinking I was in his body, not mine) that I fell over and slammed into a door with a loud bang. I woke Horror up.
He went to the kitchen.
I tried to walk in front of him, but my body went invisible for a few seconds, making me appear as a black and white flash to Horror. He immediately sprinted off. Before I could follow him, he rushed back in, carrying his axe.
I wanted him to see me. That's because if I make Cross tell him I'm real, he'll have actually seen me.
I cautiously approached him.
And tapped him on the shoulder.
And got stabbed in the side.
I could hear Cross' noise of pain before I had chance to process what had happened.
I was teleported back to Cross. I assume that this is because he needs the half of the soul I have (the stronger half) back.
I could feel where the axe had made contact burning.
But I shed no blood.
But it was a different story when I saw Cross.
Bloodstained and confused.
Horror was asking him what happened.
But he did it.
I realised that I was now in my ghost-like form again.
I floated next to Cross.
"Horror did it."
"He did what?" He said out loud, and then clapped a hand over his mouth, realising that he'd just spoken to me in front of the others.
Everyone looked at him in loud silence.
"What?" Said Error.
Cross shot up, but winced and Nightmare pushed him back down and shushed him when he went to say something.
"Say that Horror saw something in the kitchen, and that thing was the human who shares your soul, and that Horror, believing it was going to attack him, swung his axe at him." I said to Cross.
"Apparently, Horror accidentally slashed the human who shares my soul, and it hurt me too."
Another silence.
"Apparently?" Repeated Dust.
Horror looked like what was left of his head was about to explode.
"Yeah. It's what he told me." He said, clearly bracing himself for all the accusations of 'you're insane!'
"Right. I remember you telling me that your Chara was trapped in there with you?" Said Error.
"Yeah, that's right." Cross responded.
"Can we please just sort this out?" Shouted Nightmare, gesturing to the slash on Cross' side.
"It's not that bad." I said.
"It's not that bad." He repeated.
"You don't know that until we've looked at it, sweetheart." Nightmare muttered to him.
I think they've all gotten over the whole 'Nightmare loves Cross, Cross loves Nightmare' thing.
"I do," Cross insisted, "And it's fine."
"It's a very small cut, really." I observed.
"It's really small, it's fine."
"It was just the edge of the blade that hit."
"Only the edge of the blade hit."
Nightmare lifted up Cross' shirt and they all looked at the bloody mess.
"Cross was right," Error informed them, "The amount of blood is misleading; the cut is very small."
"How small?" Nightmare asked, not being able to see through all the blood.
"About half the size of my index finger." Error said.
Nightmare visibly relaxed. "Oh, good."
Ten minutes later, they had the cut cleaned and Cross was lying shirtless on the sofa, letting Nightmare hold a tissue up to the cut to help stop the bleeding.
I could feel the pain reduce a lot. I was floating in the air, watching Dust playing with his lighter.
I've always thought Dust was a bit of a pyromaniac.
"Ugh, it's still bleeding. Not very much, though." Nightmare stated.
"Put more pressure on it." Error said, throwing himself back onto his chair and closing his eyes.
Cross winced as Nightmare pushed down harder.
He murmured 'sorry' a few times as Cross flinched.
Eventually the bleeding stopped, and Killer checked on Fell's arm, which seemed to be doing okay.
We were all half asleep again when suddenly Error spoke.
"Where's Fresh?"
Everyone else suddenly sat up again.
Apart from Cross, Nightmare, and Fell.
"FRESH?" Called Error.
I winced at Error's shouting.
The other soon joined in.
I wish I could tell them to shut up.
They continued to shout, but all it achieved was waking Geno and Reaper up.
"Okay, everyone, I'm gonna call him, so shut up." Hissed Error.
They all fell silent.
But as soon as Error pressed call, a phone began to ring on his armchair.
We all froze.
Geno walked over to Error's chair and stuck his hand down the cushion.
And pulled out his youngest brother's phone.
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OOF
Stuff happens next chapter I promise.
They will leave that BLOODY HOUSE yayayayayayayay
oof
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I'm gonna go write my one-shot book. Bye.