𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋♡𝐯𝐞 • 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞

Hello! I made a piece for the cover of a fanfic I'm working on! I decided to post the first chapter here, but if you'd like to keep up and read as it's posted, feel free to follow my Wattpad! (luvlyyshiho)

Time taken: 1hr 40mins (art)

Word count: 1300+

Warnings: Swearing, that's it lolll

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During the years I've known Nightmare, I've seen him as a rude, and nasty monster. He has no empathy for those he thinks are beneath him, and little empathy for those he saw as equals. And despite all of this, I'm still head over heels for him. Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that way, but how I see Nightmare is much different.

“Cross.”

A familiar voice called out to me.

“Hey, Boss. Wazzup?”

He scoffed at my sad attempt to be funny. At least I couldn't say I didn't try. He threw a book at me. I fumbled with it before catching it, then looked down at the cover.

“Why are you giving me a cook book?”

I looked up at him, his expression stayed the same as how it always is; cold and annoyed.

“You can't cook for shit, but I'm hungry. So I thought I'd let you try and do something... for once.”

Nightmare had always been the one who cooked all of our meals for us. Out of all of us, absolutely none could cook besides him, unless you wanted to count Horror's ‘human dogs’ (Not tasty, by the way. Maybe he needs this cook book more than I do.)

“Now, Boss. No disrespect, but are you using your brain? Me, out of everyone in this castle.”

I looked down at the book again. It wasn't even a cook book, but rather a book for baking. I guess that would technically be called a cook book still? A bake book? I shook my head to get away from my dumb thoughts. Before I could get anything else out of my mouth, Nightmare had already walked away. I let out a long, irritated sigh.

As I walked towards the castle kitchen, I turned through the pages of the book. Most of the items in here were sweets. I never took him for a sweets kind of guy, but rather a bitter or salty kind.

My eye lights landed on a page with a simple recipe for a chocolate cake. It seemed pretty simple enough, as long as I followed the instructions. I made it to the kitchen entrance, then it hit me. I was making something for Nightmare. I couldn't help but feel a smile tug at my mouth. It was corny, but I've always wanted to make something for Nightmare. Ew, I need to stop thinking about all this cheesy shit.

I opened the cabinets, searching for all I needed. Then the pantry, then the fridge. After double checking that I had gathered everything, I preheated the oven.

“Did it say 350° or 375°...?”

I talked to myself as I went through the steps, it helped with the odd silence in the large kitchen. When everything was put in the bowl, I started to stir it until I wasn't able to see any of the dry ingredients. The mixture was poured into two round pans, then placed in the oven.

“I guess I just wait now?”

I wasn't sure how to tell when the cake was ready, so I used my trusty pal; UnderNet. I swiftly searched how to tell, and the first result I received was sticking a tooth pick or fork in. If there was no batter that came off, then it was ready. It seemed simple enough, so that's what I did. I scrolled through UnderNet for a while, and every now and then I would check up on the cakes.

When there was no batter on the fork, I put the fork in the sink, then put on one of the oven mits near by. I opened the oven, and took the two pans out, leaving a crack open for the hot air to escape. I set the two pans on the stove top, then started to prepare the frosting.

“Cross? What are you doing?”

I didn't even need to turn to know who was speaking to me. That voice wasn't hard to know.

“I'm baking a cake, Dust.”

“...Why? You can't cook for shit.”

“That's exactly what Nightmare said, yet here I am.”

Dust walked up behind me and checked out the scene. He tried to dip one of his fingers in the frosting I was preparing, but I quickly smacked the back of his hand and he drew it back.

“Not until I'm done.”

He groaned, but obliged.

“So, what's the occasion? Someone got a birthday, or somethin'?”

I shook my head and looked up from the bowl of chocolate frosting.

“Nightmare basically told me he didn't feel like cooking so he put me up to it. Thing is, he gave me a book with only sweets in it.”

I handed the book to Dust and he took it from me. I watched him flip through a few pages, and he seemed just as confused as I did when I first received the book. He put the book on the counter top.

“Well, that's weird, but I'm gonna leave you to it. I've got a gamble to win.”

I rolled my eye lights then watched him leave. Dust and Horror were always making bets on those stupid wrestling shows. I never understood how they could watch that kind of thing and not get absolutely bored of it.

The frosting was finished, and the only thing to do now was put it on a platter. I searched the kitchen for a bit, then found a stack of porcelain plates. It's not the best choice, but it's all that we have. I brought the plate back over to my work station. As I popped the first cake out of the pan, I zoned out as I wondered what Nightmare would think of my treat I was making for him. Even though he was the one who asked for it, I still felt the need to make it something that I gave to him. Before I knew it, I had already finished the cake. I looked down at my creation and smiled. It wasn't the prettiest thing in the world, but it still looked pretty edible, in my standards at least.

I picked the plate up and set it on the kitchen table. I grabbed two small plates from the top shelves, then two cups and poured some water in them. I rushed out to find Nightmare. After a while of searching, I gave up. He was probably out running an errand or something. I walked back into the kitchen, only to see the dark skeleton with the most blissful expression I had seen on him. Well, it looked like any of this other expressions, but I could tell it was different.

“Oh, hey, Boss. Sorry, I went looking for you.”

I laughed as I sat down next to him. I watched him eat the cake as he spoke.

“Yeah I saw.”

He didn't seem like he wanted to say much, so I just took a piece of the cake as well. I got up and grabbed a fork, then leaned over the table as I took a bite of the cake. To my absolute surprise, it didn't come out tasting like absolutely garbage. I was proud of it, even if I did have to follow a cook book to achieve it.

“Oh wow, it's good.”

I muttered to myself. Nightmare must have heard the slight shock from my voice.

“I know right, it's kinda scary. Almost makes me think you went out to the store and bought one.”

I laughed, but he was serious.

“The only monster who would pull something like that is Dust.”

He shrugged in response and finished his slice of cake. He stood up, stopping in front of me for a second.

“Make some more for me soon.”

He said, then walked away. I stood there for a second, then just let the largest grin finally show on my face. That's when I decided I wanted to make sweets for him, to see that look on his face when he tried my baked goods. I wanted to make him happy. It was. weird statement, especially since he was the Prince of Negativity (Or whatever Dream decided to call him...), but it was true.

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