Original idea, setting, title, and story by TheChildOfAGroup
The writing featured here is my own.
I would also like to note that Starcrossed is not featured exclusively here. This is a bonus continuation.
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Nightmare glared at Error as he opened the portal for Cross. He only sharpened his glare when Cross's positive emotions spiked when he stepped through the glitching window.

"Oh yeah, there's a present for you all in my room." Cross spoke, before disappearing into the universe of stars.

Nightmare's glare was immediately broken into a confused look, and before he could ask what Cross meant, the portal closed. Error couldn't make another without charging up his magic, and that would take hours. So Nightmare was stuck with no answers.

Almost everyone immediately jumped into action and ran upstairs into Cross's room, except for Nightmare and Error, the former holding up the latter by the collum. Error raised his arms up to grip the appendage, but to no avail, as his hands couldn't seem to get a grip on the liquid negativity.

"If something happened to him... You're going to be the first I kill." Nightmare hissed at Error, the tentacle on his neck tightening. Error couldn't react, he could only choke and gasp and try to somehow loosen the tentacle. Nightmare rolled his eye, dropping Error, and running upstairs while Error gasped for air, holding his neck.

Nightmare prayed to the Creators that Cross was okay. What he would do if he wasn't... He didn't want to think about that. Truth be told, Nightmare loved the small one. He wanted him close to him, and wanted no one else to take him away, especially Ink.

Ink.

One of the reasons he never let Cross out. Nightmare couldn't bear the thought of Ink somehow finding out about Cross and taking him from his side. He knew that Cross was very gullible, especially to those he cares about. Ink could very easily convince Cross to leave their group and join his, and the bastard wouldn't even feel bad for using Cross like that!

The thought sickened Nightmare as he climbed the stairs. He feared that Cross would fall in love with someone else, but now that it had happened... He honestly didn't know how to react. That was another reason he kept Cross inside.

Nightmare knew Cross was very prone to emotions, especially love. Cross had that kind of aura. He was that kind of person. Nightmare figured that as long as he kept Cross near him, Cross wouldn't go around falling in love with people. Maybe he could even fall in love with him...

Nightmare found himself chuckling dryly, reaching the door to Cross's room. The door was ajar, no surprise there. Nightmare knew his team was inside. However, he wasn't prepared for was how silent it was. In all of his years of living with them, Nightmare knew his team was anything but quiet. The amount of times Nightmare had to wack some sense into them all was evidence. Yet, here they were, quiet enough that if someone dropped a pin, everyone would hear it.

Nightmare stepped inside, and did another double-take. What he saw was anything but normal.

Horror was curled up on the floor, shaking with genuine fear. His bones rattled from the force of his shaking, and fat, red-tinted tears stained the white carpet in Cross's room.

Dust's eyelights had both gone out, his hand over his mouth in shock. He, too, was shaking and crying, but not nearly as badly as Horror.

Then there was Killer. His effects were, by far, the most drastic. For one, his SOUL had formed back into the vague shape of a normal monster SOUL. His eyelights were present, glowing a soft pastel blue in his eye sockets. He was shaking immensely, and clear tears fell from his skull, stained with the black liquid that leaked from his eyes. His hand tightly gripped a letter.

Nightmare could smell the despair from pouring from them; it was so strong. But what was causing it? The letter?

Nightmare walked up to Killer, who immediately handed Nightmare the letter with a harsh glare. Nightmare was incredibly confused, but he took it anyways, scanning over its contents.

Guys,

I'm sure you're tired of me, so I'll leave. I'm sorry for every argument I caused, I didn't mean to. Please don't look for me, I'll be dead by the time you get there. You'll do better without me. I promise. Anyways, Error will be the only one who knows where I am. He'll probably be the last person I talk to. Dont be sad about me, just continue your mission, I love you guys so much. Error? Do me a favor, if you see Outer, tell him I love him dearly and to just forget me.

From your, what am I to y'all? Oh well, bye.

Cross Peñaloza

Nightmare couldn't breathe. Nor see. Why not? Why... Eyelight, eyelight, eyelight, that's why, that's why, it, it, it, it went out, that's all... He focuses on it, and suddenly he could see again. He reread the letter, hoping that he was perhaps hallucinating. He wasn't. All of the noises in the background seemed to fade out and glitch, as if something wasn't right with his magic.

Suddenly Nightmare felt sick. All of the negativity in the air wasn't helping, either. It only made him sicker, and sicker, until he had to rush out and throw up, black and purple magic flowing out of his body. It burned. It all hurt.

Once he could actually take in negativity without throwing up, Nightmare sat, and thought. He didn't bother making a portal to Outertale. He knew Cross would already be...

Already be...

It wasn't real. None of it was. This was obviously some... Some awful dream. His powers got a little out of control, that's all. He just had to wake up. How to wake up, how to wake up, wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wa-

That's it, that's it!

He remembered how to get out of a dream. Usually, when something like this happened, he usually had to find some way to die, usually by suicide. The second he did, he would always wake up without a scratch on his body. This was the same! It was dream, and he needed to wake up.

It doesn't matter how real this feels.

It doesn't matter how he couldn't sense Cross's aura.

It doesn't matter how the others noticed his plans, and tried to stop him.

It was a dream, after all...

It wouldn't matter what he did. This was all a bad, bad, bad dream.

Nightmare's vision faded, his body went numb, and the last thing he could hear were the desperate screams of his teammates.

...

Two more dead.

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1,134 words of would-be comment angst, but I cant fit it--

LOOK MAN, I'M SORRY (NOT), BUT I HAD TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE GROUP, OKAY!?

But like, hope you enjoyed, read Child's actual chapter pls

You seriously won't get what the just is happening (mostly) unless you do XD

~•Bery•~