Sanscest OneShots

TheChildOfAGroup B E H O L D
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"C-Cross?..."

Cross froze. His body turned ice cold. He placed a magic muffler around the room to prevent teleportation, barricaded the door, and checked to make sure no one was inside...

Now that he listened, the noise stopped. Confused, Cross opened his eyes. He was greeted with... With Killer's nightstand. It was dark, not afternoon like it was just a few seconds ago. And they lived alone. Cross wasn't sure... How he got here.

Suddenly, memories came flashing back to him.

Memories of him confessing to Killer and Killer accepting, and of the two cuddling, kissing, and loving each other. Memories of the two getting a house, and... And marrying. And having their child...

Cross dropped the gun, shock and horror flooding his body and blackening vision, as he felt himself stumble backwards and fall. Killer immediately rushed over, and caught Cross, who was in absolute emotional agony.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Crossy, what's wrong? Why... Why did you have a gun?" Killer asked, pulling Cross into a tight hug, and sitting down on their bed. Cross simply cried out, clutching Killer tightly. Killer could only really rub his husband's back, but that was it. He wasn't quite sure what was wrong, and so he didn't know how to help his sobbing husband.

Cross couldn't stop screaming and sobbing into his husband's night shirt, and naturally, it awoke his child, Mori. Mori quickly ran into Cross's room, eye sockets wide with fear and concern.

"Mom!? Dad!? What's happening!?" Genuine fear thickly coated the atmosphere, Mori's voice being no exception. Killer could only continue rubbing the smaller's back while muttering reassuring nothings to him.

Time slipped by, Cross's screams and sobs quieting down slowly. No one was sure when it happened, but he did stop, Mori having long since joined in the hug, and Killer's mutters remaining constant. Cross's grip loosened, and he could feel himself losing consciousness. Killer wasn't sure what do to when he felt his husband softly press onto him, then going like, but he quickly sighed, and layed the smaller down.

Mori was still scared, so he made a pallet on the ground, and slept there for the night. Lucky him.

Killer, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. No matter what he tried, the image of Cross holding the-thankfully empty-gun to his skull was burned into his mind. He had so, so many questions as to why Cross would ever so much as try... That. And he had no answers. Killer tried to think about the common reasons first.

Family issues? No, he and Mori were his only family, and they made sure to make his life heaven. Sure, it wasn't perfect, but it was good.

Unsolvable issue? No, Cross didn't interact with anyone new, nor did he have a job. No outside source could create some sort of unsolvable issue for him...

Bullying? No, Cross was too well known and powerful to take shit from anyone, especially since Chara was long gone.

So what...? Killer was at a loss.

Soon enough, Killer's own world faded from view, and soon, he was fast asleep.

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The next morning, Cross woke up first. He blearily yawned and blinked out the tears and blurred images from his sight. He didn't move, though. He simply stayed, thinking about last night and trying to piece together what exactly had happened.