Cross's POV

Standing in front of Nightmare's door, I knocked endlessly. Exhaling a frustrated sigh, my mind couldn't help but think about the worst. He hasn't left this room in five weeks. This resulted in me becoming stressed myself. Suddenly, I heard Chara yawn next to me. Seems they've woken up.

Chara: Qué hora es?

Me: Son las ocho de la mañana.

They hummed before disappearing. I'm assuming they didn't feel like annoying me. I guess they saw that I wasn't in the mood. Well I never am but, this was way more serious than other times.

I finally gave up, in which causing me to feel a little more stressed. Cussing to myself in Spanish, I turned around to see Dust standing behind me.

Me: Buenos días, Dust.

Dust: Morning. The others and I are going to Grillby's again. Wanna come?

Thinking about it for a second, I gave him my answer.

Me: Sure.

(Time Skip)

We sat at a table in the pub. I had a stronger drink than normal. The others had their usuals.

Killer: I've been thinking. Do you guys want to play Poker when we get back?

Horror: I'm down. Cross?

Me: Sounds like a plan.

Dust stayed silent. I looked at him but I realized that Killer and Horror were grinning. They noticed me giving them a confused look.

Horror: He doesn't know the story.

Killer: Oh yeah, that's right. So basically, a few months ago, we were playing cards. Horror and Dust were sitting next to each other. Dust set down a set of cards that made Horror a bit pissed off. Not a seconds notice, Horror punched him square in the face.

Horror: The dude was pissed at me for a week.

Dust: It hurt like a bitch.

He mumbled without looking away from his drink. Horror patted his shoulder and laughed. Dust gave a sardonic look to Horror. Killer began to chug down his beverage.

Dust: Woah, chill mate.

Killer: It's okay. This drink isn't that strong.

Dust: At least have some self-control.

Killer: Don't say anything of that bullshit. You're the heaviest drinker that fucking exists. I'm surprised you haven't died of alcohol poisoning.

Dust: Well, I've been drinking since the day I was legally allowed to. So, I have some tolerance.

Me: Have you ever been drunk?

He put a finger over his mouth to think.

Dust: When I was... twenty-two, I believe.

Me: So when you just started drinking.

He nodded and lightly tapped his glass. Horror seemed to be in deep thought. Suddenly, he raised his head, startling me.

Horror: Hey Killer, remember when I made Dust have his first one night stand.

Killer: Hell yeah, I do. He was so nervous that he couldn't hold still. I swear his Australian accent got thicker.

Dust: Listen, dickhead. Don't make fun of my voice. It does that when I'm anxious. It was my first time anyway.

Horror: And then you went on to have hundreds of night stands.

Dust: Sex felt good okay!

He put his hands up to defend himself.

Killer: Yes, we all know that.

Horror: Says the one who's only had sex like a few times.

Killer: Dude!

A giggle escaped from my mouth. I wished I was more connected with these guys. They seemed so close to each other. I felt the built up stress fade away a little bit. Even though everyone has been arguing recently, we still managed to stick together.

Like a family

A Quick Discussion

I finished all of my shit. Even though, I still have some Spanish homework.

Other than that, I was procrastinating like a motha fucka.

Translations

Chara: What time is it?
Cross: It's eight in the morning.

Love ya...

Bye