Yandere!Nightmare X Cross.

Exactly how my cat was, so glad we got her

People that say cats have no emotions have never been chosen by one 

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congrats on ten million subs, big man

Online school starts tomorrow I wanna die-

*drags myself out of the grave to give you tommy content*

O h-

skin color ref because some of yall non-black poc and whites keep fucking up as if yall don’t know there’s other shades of brown when u racebend for woke points or something 

(non-black artists please reblog)

I could get used to dark mode tumblr

Isn't he just dreamy?

Peri is just blabbing.

Irep kinda looks like he is resisting the urge to pet Peri’s hair floof, lol. That was unintentional.

:)

Yeah I mean, People should like you, for you, d not for what fandoms you're in. I hope the people who follow me will stick with me no matter what fandom I'm in.

Oof. Yeah I get it. You've grown out of the UT fandom. You know I hope people dont hate on you for it. I hope you're doing well, you're an amazing artist. And even though I'm not in a lot of fandoms you're in I'll be here to support you.

thanks man! I’ve actually been ‘out’ of it for a while (like maybe a year and a half or so), and the only thing I was really sticking around for was my own stuff… and it was kind of getting to an “I don’t want to give up this old attachment” thing, but now I feel more comfortable having other interests without feeling like I’m really giving anything up, and more just moving along.

this happens to a lot of people though, so I wouldn’t worry too much. changes just happen to all of us. all in all, I haven’t really been super active in the utmv fandom itself for at least a couple years, so it won’t be that much different from what it already was aside from the fact that I’m being more open with myself about how I actually feel about it.

I hope that people followed me for my content, and to see where I go with things, regardless of whether it’s related to Sans Undertale™ or not, so I appreciate all of you who stick with me.

[This was inspired by some events based on what happened today with my friend on my birthday and also I'm writng this with her-]

[Written on July 1st-July 3rd]

Cross sat down on the swing. No no, not a swing set. But one of those couch swings that are expensive. He liked the swing Nightmare had at the castle. Cross pushed his feet on the pavement and pushed the swing.

He looked at sky. It was hot outside. Like a toaster or oven. Nightmare came out side, his tentacles melting even more in the heat. He came next to Cross and sat next to him on the swing.

Cross blinked. He didn't think and laid down, his head on Nightmare's lap. Cross closed his eyesockets.

Nightmare didn't protest. He felt his goop drift off of him, him going into his passive form. He relaxed.

"When I was younger, my daddy told me, I would never, never amount to nothing special, he'd come at me from every angle. He'd say, "you're the last thing I want, and the last thing I need. How'm I gonna answer when my friends tell me, my son... was kissing boys in the streets. My son, was kissing boys in the streets." Cross sang, relaxed and content. He didn't mind that Nightmare was even there. He felt comfortable about Nightmare.

Maybe he did like the king after all. Maybe Killer and Lust were right.

Cross was just singing random lines from songs.

"My mama told told me it was okay, she said that it was quite alright, our lind of people have a bed for anight, and it was okay." He sang softly. He exhaled.

"Mom, I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me... "My son.." we played piano... "I taught you piano." You would put your hands on mine. "You changed the melody everytime." I would always change the line. "Shh, I know I know." I would always change the line. "I know I know. Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf." Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf. "Good. Un deux trois quatre cinq six Sept huit neuf." Un deux trois.... "Sept hit neuf-... Sept huit.. Sept huti!"

[Google translate says:

One two three four five six Seven eight nine. "One two three four five six Seven eight nine." Good. One two three four five six Seven eight nine. "One two three ...." Seven eight nine -... Seven eight .. Seven eight! "]

Cross let out a shuddering breath as finished the song lyrics. A tear rolled down his cheeks. But he didn't cry.

"You and words obbsed with your legacy, your sentences border unsenseles, and you are paranoid in ever paragraph..." He tried not to cry. Nightmare looked down at Cross. He smiled a bit. He kissed Cross lightly, not letting him say anymore. Cross kisses back as tears fell from his eyesockets.

Nightmare pulled away. And they just stayed there for a while. Not saying anything. But they enjoyed the time they had together.

Cross fell asleep soon after. Nightmare sighed and forced himself into his corrupted form and picked Cross up with his tentecles. He walked inside the castle.

And that was it. That's the end. Their lives arent ours, and we dont get to know what happens. Maybe they got married, had a few kids. Or maybe they stayed friends. Maybe the went their separate ways. Maybe they got married and divorced later in life. Maybe one died. Maybe they both died. Or maybe it all worked out.

I guess we'll never know.

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I HAD TO CHANGE SOMETHINGS I WANTED TO DO BECAUSE I WANTED TO GET IT OUT ON TIME-

@nightmarexcross