?FANDOM ONESHOTS?

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 Nightmare came back to reality as Cross pointed the nozzle at Nightmare's scalp reluctantly. "Right-" Covering his mouth and nose, he gently sprayed it for about 10 seconds on each chunk of hair. It didn't take that long, but when you're the one doing it, it seems like days.

 Nightmare coughed and flinched, then cleared his throat awkwardly. "You alright Boss?" He set the can down gently. Nightmare just stared out his bedside window, unanswering. "Boss?" He shook his head, shaking his hair along with it. "Sorry, zoned out for a moment. And Cross-" He paused to get the hair out his face. "-you can stop calling me 'Boss' you know." Cross was perplexed, though gladly accepted to stop calling him 'Boss.' "So, you're alright?"

 Nightmare fully cleared his mind, covering his mouth and turning to look at Cross. "Mhm, just used to inhaling the scent after I use it." He coughed lightly. Cross tilted his head in confusion, "Oh- k. You think it's good now?" Cross put down the can, it felt slightly lighter from the amount that was removed while spraying Nightmare's hair.

 He ran a hand through his hair, it was smooth, and soft. "Maybe." He felt like thanking Cross, he didn't have to do this for him, yet he did. "Uhm, thanks for actually helping me and not just walking away." Nightmare rubbed his neck bone, feeling a bit awkward.

 Cross seemed confused, I mean I guess it makes sense for the King of Negativity to expect that. Not having anyone care about you, what a shame. "Oh- of course, I mean why would I do that?-" He'd tilt his skull again like a questioning dog. The smaller also seemed a bit confused on why Cross was being so.. nice. "Seems like something someone would do.." He mumbled, the taller barely being able to hear him from inside the hair.

 He chuckled at how the octopus was so unused to niceness, "Well, I'm not doing that." he ran a hand through Nightmare's hair, it felt extremely soft, now he knew why it was worth to do it up all nice like this.

 Honestly, Nightmare had never really had anyone be this nice to him before. It was a slightly, embarrassing. Feeling his face flush up as he covered it stubbornly.

~MTT Trio Intermission Pt.2~

 Killer looked around the room, the movie was getting pretty boring for him. He sensed a bit of... fruitiness in the air. "Huh." He decided to check on Nightmare.

"MAKE SURE TO TAKE PHOTOSSSS-" Horror called.

"UHUH, NO PROBLEM!" Killer yelled back, running up the stairs.

(Unrecorded clips pt.2: Dust and Horror making out when Killer left- jkjkjk)
( ._. why am i like this)

 Nightmare was checking his phone for really, anything, just plain bored. He leant backwards and rested his head in Cross' lap. As the taller was propped against the wall behind him.

 You could barely tell, but Cross was smirking. He bent his head down and pecked Nightmare on the forehead. The smol jolted, then froze. His tentacles were mid-movement and it seemed he was paralyzed. "Nightmare?"

 Cross paused for a moment, unsure of what reaction he just caused in Nightmare. "Oh shit-" He flipped him around, bringing him up to his face in a panic. He was a bit like a limp rag now, with a bright stain permanently on his face.

 Killer walked by. Then took a few photos of them, snickering.

 "UGH- HUH?" Nightmare was awake once more, Cross let go of him gently to sit back on his legs. He sighed of relief. "Oh thank gods.."