One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Can U Get Pregante - 2

it's time for Doctor Sci's Informational Intervention!!!

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Cross's HP continued to recover throughout the night, and the soulling's max HP continued to rise steadily. Cross never woke up.

The fight had been over just as quickly as it started, everyone accepting that the child was all of theirs, despite the absence of intimacy. Surprisingly, it was Killer who calmed them down. "We're all baby-daddies, even if none of us fucked Cross. There's a kiddo in the works here no matter what the situation is, so fuckin' suck it up already and deal with it. We'll figure out what the hell we're gonna do when Cross wakes up."

With that, Dust backed down and left altogether, leaving the other three to watch over Cross, claiming that he was going to explore their options for doctors. Shortly after, Nightmare began researching and making lists of needs and information on infant skeleton monsters. Even if Nightmare learned all there was to know, they'd still need to find a professional doctor, so the research was unnecessary, but it was more for Nightmare's peace of mind than anything.

Horror eventually took his leave, making straight for the kitchen to start making food. Cross would be hungry when he woke up, and he needed energy for the child. Horror didn't know anything about pregnancy, much less soul pregnancies, but he was certain that staying well-fed was a main part of it.

Killer stayed behind, once again volunteering his magic to keep the soulling-- and Cross-- alive. He made himself comfortable on a nearby bed, settling in to watch videos on his phone and keep an eye on Cross while he waited to hear from Dust or Nightmare.

And then time slowed. Hours ticked by at a snail's pace, silence dragged on, and nothing changed for a long time. More than once, Killer found himself struggling to keep his eyes open, jerking awake after who-knew-how-long once he realized that he'd dozed off.

The light of his phone grew brighter and brighter, his eyes aching by the time he finally checked the clock. 4:56. Killer slumped over on his side, exhausted, and huffed a low sigh.

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"Killer." He jumped, sitting up with a startled noise. Nightmare glared at him, his eye narrowed with his usual distaste. "...You're going to carry Cross. Get up."

Dust and Horror stood in random places, waiting as well, and Cross's soul hovered openly, no longer stuck with needles and monitors. Groaning, Killer got up, arching his back with a yawn. "Mmm.. Where are we goin..?"

Cross was heavy, Killer found. The unconscious monster's skull rolled, unsupported, and his arms dangled. It wasn't hard to carry him or lift him, but his weight still startled Killer. Cross was heavy. Killer wheezed as soon as the other was in his arms, his eyes widening. "What the fuck, Cross, how much have you been eating-!"

"He's pregnant, of course he's heavier," Dust commented snidely, and Killer scowled. "How would you know?? I doubt you've fuckin' lifted him before, how would you know if he's heavier?"

"Have you lifted him, dipshit?"

"Yes, as a matter a fact, I have. I carry his ass all the fuckin time, we're mission partners, dumbass."

"Both of you, quiet," Nightmare hissed at the both of them, "It is not the time for your asinine banter." Killer scoffed, adjusting his grip on Cross and felt something give under his hand. He froze, swearing loudly and nearly dropping Cross. "What the hell. What the hell, why is he summoned!?"

Indeed, plush purple ecto had started to cover Cross's bones, filling out his clothes and making him heavier than before. Killer's face heated up. He hadn't been prepared for it.