Ack I am drawn to angst like a moth to light- so, Crymare is Cryptic x C! Nightmare (c! Nightmare is Cryptic's Nightmare) because I am utter garbage!! Yaayy!

Let's be garbage together-

Cryptic yelped as he was thrown into his room, some of his bones snapping from the force of falling onto them suddenly. That room. A pure white hell. Scratches littered the large room, all a result of his long, knife-like fingers digging into the white wall.

"I have told you multiple times, to wear, the, mask!" Nightmare yelled frm the doorway, glaring harshly at Cryptic. "Why won't you listen!?"

"I-! HH-HATE IT!" The taller shrieked, his voice breaking slightly due to the sudden strain. He had only started talking a few weeks ago, so there wasn't really a lot he could do other than speak at normal volume. He could yell, but not without severe strain, which would break his voice. Like now.

Nightmare growled, tightening his grip on the mask he found lying on the ground within Cryptic's room. He threw it at the warped skeleton, who immediately shrunk down and yelped once more as the mask came flying. The mask hit the wall just above Cryptic, falling down and landing just next to him with a clatter. He immediately scooted away from it, not wanting to put it on. If he could, he would change his expression to show fear, but postmortem prevents him from doing so... at least for now.

"I do not care for whether or not you like or dislike it! You will wear the mask, and you will listen to me!" Nightmare yelled, his aura lashing out and causing Cryptic to shake in fear and anxiety. Tears began to fall, the lilac solution carrying some of the liquid off of his face. Nightmare however, did not notice this, and continued his rant. "If this continues, I will lock you in here for a week!" Cryptic's eye sockets widened at Nightmare's statement, immediately showing his now apparent eyelights. Nightmare's own eyelight widened at the familiar sight, and found himself stepping back once, then twice as immense amounts of both rage and guilt clawed at him heavily.

Nightmare soon found himself glaring at Cryptic with animosity in his eyelight. How dare he show those cursed yet beautiful eyelights! How dare he share a body with his love... Nightmare knew it was his own fault for this, but he really didn't care. This wasn't Cross. This...thing was someone else. No matter what he claimed he was, Cryptic would forever only be Cryptic.

The latter saw and felt Nightmare's glare, and he shrunk in on himself, not wanting Nightmare to be mad at him as he was now. "I'm sorry," It made him anxious. Scared. Reminded of what exactly he was to him. "I'm sorry," A shell. A body. A nothing. "I'm sorry," Cryptic was a cruel mockery of what Cross was, and he and Nightmare knew it. Nightmare hated it. "I'm sorry," Hated Cryptic. Everything about him was wrong. "I'm sorry," Cryptic didn't really believe Nightmare when he said he didn't care for Cryptic. Cryptic knew he did, in a way. Cryptic knew he cared for Nightmare. A lot. He often found himself risking his own 'life' for the shorter negative being. "I'm sorry,"

"I'm sorry," Cryptic couldn't help it, though. "I'm sorry," He was so, so loyal to him. "I'm sorry," No price was too high for the king. "I'm sorry," None. "I'm sorry," Cryptic, although believing that deep down Nightmare did care, also knew that there would probably be no attempts to fix him up when he got wounded or killed. He knew Nightmare hated him that much, at least... "I'm sorry... Please... Nightmare..."

The taller froze up, his body going rigid with fear, animosity, and guilt. Fear of his... This thing he created. Animosity for it to use his NAME. And guilt... For knowing that... It was HIM. HE was the one shining through. And Nightmare HATED it. "You... You DARE use my NAME!?" Nightmare approached the taller, who immediately looked upon him in fear, eyelights shining brightly. Nightmare flinched.

Cryptic quickly scrambled to stand up while Nightmare was distracted, his height towering over the king. Nightmare snapped out of his daze, and looked up, meeting those... Those gorgeous eyelights... Suddenly, the air grew thick. Thick enough to suffocate. Thick enough to choke. Nightmare couldn't breathe. He could only stare, and ignore the lump that formed in his throat, and the burning in his eye. No. He absolutely could NOT cry in front of him. He... He couldn't. Crying is weak. He had no right to cry. None whatsoever.

Nightmare quickly stumbled out of the painted crypt, tears freely falling from his eye. Cryptic could only stare as sadness took over his mind. Damn it. He really did love Nightmare, but Nightmare could never, ever love the thing he created. No one could love him. He would stay alone, forever.

I'll admit... I had a lot of fun writing this. Maaaybe too much fun-
Expect more of this--
Oh! And I promise, I am working on the requests! Please god give me more- in the first chapter-

~Lemon