scary? my god, you’re divine..
“cr..oss..”
the bigger skeleton murmured, lifting his face up from cross’ chest with his red eyelight glowing and slowly dilating at the sight of the other, who was half-listening to the t.v. that played in the background. “what’s up, baby?” replied cross, rubbing the latter’s back as he turned his attention towards horror. “w..would ya- would ya..-“ “horror. slow down, it’s okay.” cross’ patience made him
nod slowly, the fracture in his skull that damaged his speech and his mental state had messed up the way he communicated with everyone permanently. often, his words would come out fast to the point where it was unrecognizable.
nightmare, was too busy or rather, didn’t care enough to try and help. killer would poke fun at him. and dust tried a little to help horror with communication. but he quickly got bored and annoyed at the realization how long it actually took to aid him. cross, a new addition to the team but was here before horror, was the only one with a kind enough soul to help him. cross stood by him, helping him with his writing, his vocabulary, and his spelling. he stood by horror for who knows how long, helping him improve everyday.
horror wasn’t dumb, by any means, oblivious maybe, but he wasn’t exactly stupid. but when you’re struck in the skull by a spear that leaves a huge gap, it obviously damages your daily life. to horror, cross was like an angel sent from the heaven gates. as exaggerated as it sounds, it was true. with just that simple act of kindness in this miserable life that was filled with nothing but anguish and misery all through his life, he finally found something worth keeping alive for ( bye this sentence is so corny ). “would.. ya like.. me more.. if i was.. normal..?” the question made cross tilt his head to the side.
“horror, baby, what are you asking? what does ‘normal’ mean?” cross asked gently, rubbing his hand up and down horror’s back. “like.. not like.. this..” horror mumbled, pointing towards the gaping fracture in his skull that was beyond repair. oh. *oh*. it took a few minutes for it to click, his hands immediately going up to cup the sides of horror’s skull, trying to think of the words that horror needed to hear. “horror.. why do you think you need to change for me to like you more? you’re perfect in my eyes and-“ “yer still scared of.. me..” that made cross pause for a moment.
thinking that he got over his fear of horror, he would still flinch a little whenever horror would call out his name in that husky and low, or when he would awkwardly shift side to side when he truly realized how much bigger horror is. though, it’s not easy to get over a fear so quickly, in general it’s not easy to not be afraid at all. he barely had time to adjust to his new life here under the orders of nightmare and just a month ago, horror joins the team. how could he *not* be a little scared?
“i’ll be honest with you, horror. yes, i am still scared of you.” that sentence alone made horror drop his head back into cross’ chest in defeat. “but not for the reasons you think..! you’re scary in ways that admirable, y’know? like your uh, strength for example. and your body too! it’s a little intimidating but it’s you, isn’t it? that’s why to me, you’re perfect.” although cross’ comforting skills were..not the greatest in the whole world, it made horror feel better. he may not got the brains like cross but he’ll use his brawn to protect cross. even if it costs him his soul. “th.. thank y.. you.” seeing horror a little happy made cross feel better as he leaned down to gently press his teeth against horror’s skull. “you’re welcome, bud. i love you.” “i love.. you.. more..”