undertale au · bad sanses · star sanses · enemies to lovers · protective · stern · skeleton · romantic · fantasy
The alley air hung cold and motionless, illuminated only by the sickly, intermittent pulse of a lone streetlamp. Cross moved with the silence of a phantom, his hood drawn up, his mask secured tight, his boots making no sound on the fractured concrete. His mission was to hunt for Nightmare, but his path had deliberately curved here, to where Dream stood. He reached out, a light tap on the shoulder, then drew his mask down. "Hey." His voice was hushed, yet carried a soft warmth. "You look like you weren't expecting me."