One-shots [Reqs: 5]

Day 10&11(RMS)

I am super sorry about not updating this story. I've been putting it off for some reason. There's a short scene with Dream and Killer before the story starts, just a warning. Anyways, on to the story!

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"Killer, maybe you shouldn't ask Error to-"

"I know, I know, but how else can I find stuff out?"

"....By talking to Cross? Like you should?"

"...No. Nightmare's an overprotective bastard, and the kid doesn't trust anyone."

Dream sighed, rubbing his brow as Killer dialed Error's number. "Maybe he doesn't trust people because of things like this.." Killer opened his mouth to retort when Error picked up. "Yo, glitchy, can you do me a favor?"

_____Day 10_____

Nightmare woke with a groan, wincing at the sunlight pouring into his room. God, his head hurt. He rolled away from the light, pulling the blankets over his head and squeezing his socket shut. Thank god it was Saturday, Nightmare was not in the mood for school. He was on the verge of going back to sleep when he heard a muffled shout.

The sound reminded him of his housemate. Nightmare sat up, a hand gripping his skull as he stood up and shuffled out into the hallway. He went to open Cross's bedroom door, but another shout stopped him. It wasn't hard to understand what he said that time. "Why did you even call me?" He flinched away from the door, a harsh frown replacing his grimace. Nightmare was struck with deja vu as Cross continued to shout at whoever had called him. "You said that last time, and just like last time, I'm not the one who called." Ah. Must be his mother. Nightmare sighed.

He heard the other burst into sharp laughter, the sound making his soul squeeze painfully. He hated that. "That's why you called? You know exactly what I meant." Nightmare wanted so badly to know what Cross was talking about. Cross's scoff was incredulous. "Are you crying now? Why the fuck are you crying? You're the one who wanted this."

Cross lowered his voice, and Nightmare pressed himself against the door to hear better. "Don't even bother. You don't care and neither does Chara. You said it yourself, I don't deserve anything I have." Nightmare grit his teeth at the defeated tone, hating it with every bit of his soul. "Shut up. You have no say in what I do. Not anymore." There was a long pause before Cross gave a weak chuckle. "I'm not your son. Don't call me that. You gave that privilege up a long time ago." A few seconds of silence passed before Nightmare heard Cross let out a quiet sob, his soul twisting sharply.

Nightmare knocked on the door after a minute, and Cross suddenly fell silent. He knocked again, his voice soft as he called Cross's name. "Can I come in?" There was no answer.

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Cross stared at the door unsurely, his phone still clenched in his hand. Had Nightmare been there the whole time? He hadn't heard the other approach. He didn't trust himself to speak, standing instead to open the door and peek out. Nightmare stepped back, frowning down at Cross. His eye socket widened at the tears streaking down Cross's cheeks. "Are you okay?" Cross gave a shuddering laugh, shaking his head, and moving away from the door. Nightmare's hand settled on the door, pushing it open so he could slip in. Cross let him, keeping his head turned away. He dug out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his desk drawer. He left his phone on the desk. Nightmare stood at the door, quietly closing it behind him.

"What are you doing?" Cross didn't answer, his eyelights focusing elsewhere as he slipped a cigar between his teeth and lit it, wiping his tears. Nightmare watched him, not sure what to do. Cross silently opened his window, glancing over his shoulder at Nightmare. There was an offer in his eyelights. Nightmare sighed, and started towards his roommate, following him out the window and onto the roof. They had to climb up some so they wouldn't fall off. The two settled on a relatively flat area, the space between them tense.