'Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you...'

Cross sat, writing down his thoughts. They were in no specific order,and they certainly weren't sorted from least important to most important. They were just thoughts he had. Some examples of his thoughts would be something like; 'What would it be like to have a lover?' 'I wonder what it would be like to have OVERWRITE' 'I miss my universe' 'Toast'. See? Simple thoughts. Random. Yet, as he kept writing, his thoughts became more centralized. 'I'm so lonely.' 'I wish for someone who would always be there, yet they would be more than a friend.' 'I wish for a lover' 'I've been scouting, so to speak.' 'Killer.' 'Killer seems to be the best candidate.' 'I'm not quite sure why he gets treated badly.' 'Is it because he's emotionless?' 'Matters not, he's easy.' 'Bet he's desperate for positive attention.' 'I could provide it.' 'I could control it.' 'I could control him.' 'As long as I keep making him feel, he would belong to me.' 'Yes... Just me.' 'Just me, Cross.' 'Just Cross.' 'Just Cross.'

'In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you.'

As Cross continued writing, the words-'thoughts'-grew more and more... Sadistic and perverse. 'I could do whatever I wanted' 'I control him.' 'I would control his feelings.' 'I could have my way with his body.' 'He can't say anything.' 'All I'd have to do is get his SOUL to change by staying with him.' 'I'm certain I can do it.' 'He must be starved of attention, after all.' 'If I give it to him, it would make manipulating him easy.' 'He would know that if he left, he would lose what I have granted him.' 'Oh, Killer.' 'You shall not realize what shall become of you once I've had my fun.'

'The ink flows down into a dark puddle.'

The words stopped.

'Just move your hand-write the way into his heart!'

Cross grabbed a new piece of paper, scrambling a quick letter. He wrote for Killer to meet him in his room, tomorrow night. He wrote that he could help Killer with something he lost. Then, Cross slipped the note into Killer's room, and slunk away.

'But in this world of infinite choices, what will it take...'

The time Killer showed up didn't really matter to Cross. All that mattered was that Killer showed up at night, when everyone was awake. The gang was partially nocturnal, thanks to Nightmare, but that's a different subject. Killer showed up, and it was night. That's all that matters. Cross and Killer talked. After little to no persuasion, Killer agreed to Cross's proposition. Killer figured he would like emotions, but he couldn't really judge having them until he did. And, Cross said that if he didn't like them, he could back out if he so wished. So, it seemed like a win-win situation to Killer. And so they started dating.

'Just to find that special day?'

It had been a few months since Killer and Cross started dating. And Killer was frustrated. Well, it was a half-measure. He could only feel partial emotions. And that made Killer partially frustrated. He wanted-no, needed emotions now. As he gained more and more, he realized just how horrible it was to live without them. He couldn't bear living like that again. And, thanks to Cross's help... He knew he wouldn't have to. Not anymore.

'What will it take...'

Almost a year passed. Killer knew it. He could feel. It was all so wonderful. It was hard, though. But Killer pressed on. Just because he didn't want to lose... This. He stayed with Cross, since he was the one who helped him achieve this absolute. Cross had always been so kind, and caring to Killer... It made Killer blush just thinking about Cross, really. How... New... New! It was all so new! It made Killer want to jump up! Do something with this newfound emotion and the energy it gave him! He was happy! He was joyous!! He was... He was... He was in love... Love... Love...! Yes, love!! The most complex congregation of emotions there was! It was all here! He had done it! Cross had done it! Oh, it was all so wonderful! Killer could feel himself blush, and shudder, and... He loved it. It was all so... Perfect. Everything was perfect.

'Just to find...'

He did it! He did it, oh, he did it! He gathered up his will, and he confessed! And... And Cross accepted! Almost instantly. A part of Killer, in the very back of his mind, knew something was.... Wrong. How Cross instantly accepted Killer, how he kissed him, it all just seemed... Planned. Like, as if Cross had expected Killer to confess to him. But, Killer was far to ecstatic and emotional to listen to his doubts. After all, he was happy!! He had emotions, and had a wonderful newfound lover, and everything was going perfectly! And it was gonna stay that way. Right?

'... That special day.'

He knew it. In the back of his mind, somehow, he knew this would happen. Right after... Right after Killer accepted him. Right after Killer gave all of his trust to him, Cross... used him... Killer felt disgusting. Right after that night, Cross left. But not before telling Killer his true intentions. Not before telling Killer he was an experience, and nothing more. Not before telling Killer that he meant nothing to him. Killer regretted ever trusting Cross. Killer regretted having emotions. He wanted to go without them again. It all hurt too much to bear. He never wanted emotions. Never again. He learned his lesson. Emotions can bring the most beautiful and precious joys, but at the price of the worst pains one can experience. Killer decided it just wasn't worth it. He begged Nightmare to take them, to fix his SOUL back to how it originally was... And he did. Now Killer lives, without emotions, and only vintage memories of having them. He yearned for nothing. He felt... Nothing. And that was perfectly fine for Killer.

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Aawwwwwww sheeeiiitttt uuuhhhhhhhhh I played DDLC recently--
Much spoop
And a grand total of 1,026 words I guess uh
Since there's two parts to this song, if enough people request it, I'll write a part two-
Good day to you

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