Requested by: slendersenpai908

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Cross sighed, sitting on his bed and staring at the wall as his mind wandered aimlessly. Eventually, a thought came to mind. Nightmare. He sighed, hugging his legs to his chest and burying his face in his knees. Tears pooled into his eyes as he thinks back to the day he left the castle. And why.

~Flash Back cause Why tf not?~

Cross happily skipped along the corridors, grinning as he saw his senpai's room in the distance. But as he drew closer, he became more cautious with his movements. Him and NM had gotten together four months ago, and three months into their relationship, he started acting weird. As Cross stepped forward, he swore he heard two voices moaning.

He shook his head, thinking it was his imagination. He began to creep closer, realizing it wasn't his mind. There were two voices MOANING. A very uneasy feeling settled in Cross's non-existent stomach.

He creaked open the door and his heart shattered in that moment. On the bed, having extremely rough sex, was his Nightmare and his best friend, Killer. Both moaned loudly as the climaxed, Nightmare panting heavily with Killer. Cross thought that it was just meaningless sex, until Nightmare kissed Killer, shoving his tongue into his mouth and begining to thrust again. Cross slammed the door shut, startling both the naked skeltons. Cross raced down the hallway and out the front door, ignoring the worried calls of Dust and Horror.

No one has seen him since.

~End of the WTF Flashback~

Cross hadn't even realized he was crying until he felt the red liquid fall into his lap. He quickly wiped his eyes but new tears replaced the ones he'd just gotten rid of. Years had passed, why wasn't he over NM? What made him so special?! He cheated on him! With his now ex-best friend, no less! He was a ruthless, no good, dirty little cheated! But still, Cross could never forget the happy moments, or the loving evenings, or the way it get to have Nightmare touch- he shook his head and stood up, walking to his kitchen.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Cross peeped through the peephole and almost fell over in shock. Dust, Horror, Killer, and Nightmare were standing on his porch. Cross quickly put on a jacket he'd recently bought that covers his signature red Z and opened the door.

"Uh, can I help you?" He asked, his voice coming out rather scratched and horase. They held out a photo of Cross. Smiling. I haven't done that in a while. He thought bitterly. Dust was the first to speak.

"Have you seen him? He's been missing for years." He said, his eyes begging for some sort of positive answer. Cross decided to fake it, and ask why they wanted to see him.

"May I ask, why do you want to see him? Aren't you all criminals?" He asked, cocking his head to one side in a questioning manner with a thin line for lips. NM spoke this time.

"I, excuse my language, fucked-up really bad and hurt him really bad like the dumbass I am." NM spoke, his voice cracking. Cross put a hand to his chin in a thinking manner.

"Ever considered the thought that maybe, he didn't want to be found? I mean, you hurt him -like cheating or something- he'd have to be pretty heart broken, right?" Cross was telling them exactly what he wanted. He didn't want to be found. He was too hurt, too vunarable, to unstable to go back. He didn't if he'd ever be able to go back." But, that's just coming from me. But, you also have to consider the possibility that what ever you did really got in his head."

"And what are you suggesting?!" Killer sounded panicked. Good. Cross thought. Maybe I can throw them off my trail. He straightened his shoulders and frowned, his red eye flashing in the sunset.

"What I'm suggesting, sir,..." He bit his bottom lip, casting his gaze down as he spoke, barely above a whisper." Is suicide..."

"NO! CROSS WOULD NEVER!" NM screamed, storming away before any of his teammates could see the tears running down his face. Horror looked back at Cross.

"I'm so sorry, he's just really anger at hismelf for what he did and he doesn't do well with people." He explained, sighing. Cross sighed, waving them off as the chased after their boss. He slid down the door, tears springing from his eyes.

"Why the fuck do you care now?"