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Welcome welcome!

As the title suggests, this is a book dedicated entirely to the lovely Cross sans! (Aka, winner of the 2023 sexyman poll, hehe.)

DISCLAIMER: If you are a sanscest shipper, please do not make comments about any ship with Cross here, such as Cream, Kross, Crossmare, etc. It makes me highly uncomfortable, and this book is completely Cross x the reader/Y/n. You are free to have your own opinions as you please, just don't talk about it in this book or any others I have. Thank you.

⚠WARNING: SOME OF THE STORIES IN THIS WILL HAVE CURSING⚠

That's all. I hope you enjoy my writing!

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DISCLAIMER: This is an idea for a continuation of a book on Wattpad  that I like, now discontinued. All the credit of the original story goes to the author, and some parts of this might not make sense if you have a smooth brain like me and didn't read the story. The title of the book is: "The Multiverses Soul (Sans Au x Goddess reader)" and the authors name is Lilyflows4764. Go check it out!

Time for some good ol' angst! And without further ado, enjoy the story! :)

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Heavy, panicked hyperventilating and sobs filled the silent room as I clutched my head, stumbling back at the sight of my two dead pupils.

“nonononoNoNoNoNONONONO!”

Tears streamed down my face like waterfalls at the gorey scene, my aura slowly growing. I tried desperately to convince myself that this wasn’t happening.

They weren’t dead.

They weren’t dead.

THEY WEREN’T DEAD.

THEY COULDN’T BE.

I couldn’t control myself. I just couldn’t. They were crossing the line.

Kill them.

Kill them.

THEY DESERVE TO DIE FOR THIS.

Nightmare’s grin stretched wider at my disheveled state, before his and everyone else’s eyes grew large at the shift in the air, the overwhelming power and emotions crashing down on them to cause piercing headaches. Cross tried to reach out to me, ultimately failing as he fell to his knees at the ringing in his ears.

The sheer tension and magic overflow was suffocating. Even in an empty, infinite void like this, it couldn’t handle all the power. There just wasn’t enough room for it.

My sobs turned into desperate cries as the air slowly grew thicker and thicker with each passing moment. I buried my face in my hands, my true form slowly being revealed, traveling through different stages.

Disbelief, grief, desperation, insanity.

The shock only seemed to multiply as small laughs spilled out of my lips, my eyes twitching, still cloudy and misted over with water.

Once invisible wings broke out from my back and all the magic attacks disappeared from the room as I slowly broke in front of them, the last of my mental sanity being depleted like HP bit by bit.

I snapped back to reality only for a second to see the others being crushed into the back wall and staying there, not stopping but only pressing into it harder.

My arms dropped to ball into fists at my sides as I stepped back even further, pupils smaller than crumbs of food. You could barely even see them now.

No. I can’t lose anyone else. Especially not him.

My magic shifted back into control in an instant, giving them only a moment to breathe before it slammed back into full power again, repeating the cycle over and over like a switch.

Off.

On.

Off.

On.

“Y/-”

His voice quieted as he was pushed into the hard brick again, before sputtering and trying again, quicker this time.

“Y/n!”

But it was futile. His cries were useless. The monochromatic skeleton couldn’t get through to me. Through coughs and choking, he again tried to stretch out his arm before it was sent back.

I had nearly snapped. I was in a blind rage, red all I could see as my uneasy and quivering smile grew larger at their pain and suffering.

The grin dropped from my face as my self-control gave one last effort to stop myself, and it seemed to work.

For a bit.

My eyesight became blurry again with the all-too familiar feeling of drops on my cheeks. Cross finished hacking up a storm, before crawling towards me. My eyes grew red again at the movement and he froze, fear consuming his thoughts.

And yet, through the haze my mind was in, I recognized that look, the fear, the pain, the shock,

the hurt.

And I somehow stopped, my eyes once again turning to the white/gray they normally were. His posture relaxed slightly, before attempting to move towards me once again, but the inside of me screamed out at him, not knowing who did what.

He did nothing wrong.

One part of my consciousness would tell me that, the truth, and the other would cower in fear away, taking in lies by stress.

He continued on his journey forward, occasionally hesitating as I flinched out of self-protection and defense, to show me that he wasn’t there to hurt me.

He struggled to his feet, dropping to his knees, but never giving up, and succeeding in getting up once again, he stumbled towards me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace.

Another powerful shockwave was sent through the room, knocking back everyone except for you and the monster holding me.

He clung to me as I shook violently, practically collapsing in his hold at the emotions and feelings I was being drowned in.

My breathing was becoming more and more ragged by the second I was here with the now limp bodies of my once-students that I had loved so dearly.

A silent suggestion from Cross was all the push I needed to leave this place and never return again. I just nodded slowly, barely, nonetheless still a nod, and in less than a second, all that remained was air.

The tension dropped in the room and everyone fell to the ground instantly. Even Nightmare was tired, wheezing from the strength of which he had been held against the wall.

The panic and flight or fight responses quickly turned to shock and confusion, questions raging through each skeleton’s mind about what had happened up to this point and why.

…

But nobody came to answer them.

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[WARNINGS: Extremely Short, blood, fanon Cross/out of character Cross.]

【Pt.1 of my random drabbles I think of】

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Scraping. That was the only noise.

The constant harsh grating noise of the overly large knife on pavement and brick was hurting your ears, but you tried your best not to cover them. You couldn’t make the quietest noise at this point, not with the risk that came with it.

Your eyes were blown wide in fear, filled to the brim with tears, some spilling out and down your cheeks.

“Oh Y/nnn! Where areeeeee you?”♬

The sing-song voice only added to your stress. He was so confident…

As he should be. After all, there’s nowhere for you to go. Just accept it. It's been too long of you running and hiding, and you’re getting tired anyways.

“What am I even supposed to do now?” you whispered into the darkness, voice cracking, “He’s going on a killing rampage, and my boyfriend is dead…”

“No I’m not, silly!”

You screamed out as a face appeared inches from yours, smiling wide with two different beams of light in his sockets. You were pressed against the wall, his arms and legs boxing you in, leaning over you in the process.

Yet the sound of your distress was quickly muffled as he closed the space between you in a flash, pinning your limbs down so you couldn’t struggle. Your eyes were misted over with water as he pulled away, trying to suppress a sniffle. The pinpricks in his sockets flicked to hearts, a sickening deep purple hue spread across his cheeks.

A sticky, crimson red liquid now stained your face, whose it was you never wanted to know.

“See? I’m right here, still alive!”

You couldn’t make a single sound except another broken sob as he went in for another kiss, sockets half-lidded. He only continued to intrude your personal space more and more as time went on, nuzzling into your shaking body.

A soft purr came from him, snuggling up to you as you trembled on the concrete.

 You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t breathe.

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WARNING: Extremely short, violence.

【Pt.2 of my random drabbles. Had these sitting around and decided to make it a "series" or whatever you'd like to call it.】

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A hard kick to the stomach was all he needed to snap back into reality, flying across the room. He involuntarily hissed at the aching in his legs and the carpet burn he had received with the fall, standing up again only to get another slap, this time with her tail.

Crossing his daggers in front of him only achieved a little resistance, still sliding against the floor, to his dismay.

He was cornered.

Sharp blades sprang from her fingers to tear him to shreds, glinting in the light from the smashed windows, her teeth bared at the snarky comment his boss- Nightmare had made.

His daggers did little to no good, she dodged every time and even when they had hit, they only left small scratches and cuts. Why? He had no idea. They were working fine before, after all. This was the worst possible time for a backfire.

He was pinned in a second with his blades thrown to the side, successfully disarming him. A growl came from her throat as she raised the claws to shred him.

In a panic, only one thing came to his mind that could possibly help him get out of this situation.

He leaned forward, capturing her lips. 

She stood frozen, confused beyond belief as her grip loosened.

He took this as an opportunity, pushing her off of him and dashing down the hallway.

It was a good 2-3 minutes before she came to her senses, seeing that Cross was gone. An angry mumble came muffled by her scarf at his disappearance.

“No matter.”

Soft pit pats of her shoes sounded throughout the hall filled with the limp, unconscious bodies of the rest of his gang as she took a running start, flapping her wings and taking off at an incredible speed to catch up to her enemy.

Townspeople were being knocked aside as the black and white skeleton dashed off from the castle to buy his allies some time to wake up. 

Hopefully this would distract her.

…

Predator and prey.

Which will get their way?

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There will be two versions of this, one with Killer and one with Dust. They will be separate chapters on their own, and labeled so you know which is which. I hope you are satisfied with this, Holly! If not, you can ask for a rewrite, though please give me specific details on what you would like if you want one.

WARNING: A tiiiiiiiiny bit of suggestive action, could also be seen as just intimate cuddling.

Context: Reader is half-human, half-moth.

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The soft patting of rain against the window was drowned out by the sounds of the TV and the faint rumble coming from Cross. (I adore the headcanon that they’re able to purrTvT)

Your hums were drowsing him to sleep, finally relaxing for once in his life. You don’t remember when he was ever like this. 

Well, you saw it now.

You could feel the tension in the room however, coming from his displeased ally, something Cross was happy to ignore. He didn’t give a damn about feelings right now, unless they were yours.

It seemed that the more upset he got, the more liquid spilled down his cheeks, soiling his clothes and narrowly missing the remote he was almost breaking with his tight grip.

You let out a faint sound as your antenna flicked, lifting one eye to him, a frown making its way to you at his facial expression.

Killer’s emotions tended to be…aggressive. It wasn’t a surprise, oh no, you just never expected it to be directed towards Cross due to you. 

They were all extremely touch-starved, especially the two with you right now, due to not having people that cared for them, but that’s where you came in.

Cooking their meals, cleaning things, staying up comforting them when they were upset…you were basically like a mom to them.

Well, if people were…that passionate towards their mom. You doubted it.

 It was a strange relationship, but you didn’t mind. You were all strange anyways.

You could feel the negative emotions surrounding him, you would’ve suffocated from that by now. Of course, all of them were much more used to things like that because of Nightmare’s aura and their backstories, you being the exception.

You purse your lips, brows furrowing together with sympathy. You simply put a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of the hard glaring he was giving the monster behind you.

His expression softened and the darkness disappeared as you patted your leg.

He eagerly took the invitation, laying his head on your lap and squeezing your thigh with a smile, a slight red blush tinted across his cheeks.

A huff from Cross, squeezing you was all you needed to know the jealousy was spreading. You let out a soft chuckle at their rivalry, both aiming to get more attention from you. Even before you came along, the two were never on the greatest terms with each other, usually being the ones to fight the most.

Of course, Killer was the one that usually tried to irritate Cross, and in return Cross would usually bite back with a stunt of his own. They were like wasps constantly stinging each other, one thing after another.

Whether it was just an opinion, to a serious group meeting, it was always something.

You patted Killer’s head as your wings wrapped around Cross, trying to balance out the love that enveloped the three of you like a cozy blanket in your little cuddle session.

You were starting to get tired yourself, the body heat from all three of you mixing to be a calming feeling. It was relaxing…

A flinch from the one behind you jostled you awake again, only to realize that it was just a reflex from your patterns. When your wings stretched out, the spots would expand to look like eyes of a sort, and it would always freak at least one of them out.

They’d never get used to it, would they?

 Burying his head into your neck with an angry mumble was confirmation of this, though a small nip made your lips part in surprise at the bold actions of the monochrome skeleton. 

Revenge, you guessed.

Your mouth curved upwards as you turned your head the tiniest bit to give him a kiss on the forehead, as if to say a silent apology.

You were smiling a lot ever since you met them, weren’t you?

…Maybe that was a good thing.

When you came to your senses again, drowsily lifting your eyes, the first thing you noticed was a lot more weight on the bed, and constant breathing in different paces. 

Of course.

The others had decided to join you, it seemed.

Nightmare was sitting behind you and Cross, at least one tentacle wrapped snugly around everyone, Dust was facing your right, leaning into you against your side, Horror was to your left, facing you all while laying down…even Error was sitting on a make-shift hammock above you, a string tied to your finger for some sort of contact.

A happy sigh escaped you as you slowly drifted back into the dream world, the feeling of your skeletons surrounding you lulling you to sleep.

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There will be two versions of this, one with Killer and one with Dust. They will be separate chapters on their own, and labeled so you know which is which. I hope you are satisfied with this, Holly! If not, you can ask for a rewrite, though please give me specific details on what you would like if you want one.

WARNING: A tiiiiiiiiny bit of suggestive action, could also be seen as just intimate cuddling.

Context: Reader is half-human, half-moth.

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The soft patting of rain against the window was drowned out by the sounds of the TV and the faint rumble coming from Cross. (I adore the headcanon that they’re able to purrTvT)

Your hums were drowsing him to sleep, finally relaxing for once in his life. You don’t remember when he was ever like this. 

Well, you saw it now.

You could feel the tension in the room however, coming from his displeased ally, something Cross was happy to ignore. He didn’t give a damn about feelings right now, unless they were yours.

It seemed that the more upset he got, the brighter his eyelight would glow and the more his scarf would fly around, like it was restless.

You let out a faint sound as your antenna flicked, lifting one eye to him, a frown making its way to you at his facial expression.

They were all extremely touch-starved, especially Cross and Dust, due to not having people that cared for them, but that’s where you came in.

Cooking their meals, cleaning things, staying up comforting them when they were upset…you were basically like a mom to them.

Well, if people were…that passionate towards their mom. You doubted it.

 It was a strange relationship, but you didn’t mind. You were all strange anyways.

You could feel the negative emotions surrounding him, you would’ve suffocated from that by now. Of course, all of them were much more used to things like that because of Nightmare’s aura and their backstories, you being the exception.

You purse your lips, brows furrowing together with sympathy. You simply placed a hand on him, snapping him out of the stone-cold look he was giving the monster behind you.

His face grew darker as the light ceased and a nervous look took the place of the once-fuming one when you patted the sheets next to you.

He hesitated, but eventually gave in and leaned against you, not without some silent asking for confirmation.

A huff from Cross, squeezing you was all you needed to know the jealousy was spreading. 

You gently rubbed Dust’s back as your wings wrapped around Cross, trying to balance out the love that enveloped the three of you like a cozy blanket in your little cuddle session.

You were starting to get tired yourself, the body heat from the two on either side of you, pinning you between them calming your mind. It was relaxing…

A flinch from the one behind you jostled you awake again, only to realize that it was just a reflex from your patterns. When your wings stretched out, the spots would expand to look like eyes of a sort, and it would always freak at least one of them out.

They’d never get used to it, would they?

 Burying his head into your neck with an angry mumble was confirmation of this, though a small nip made your lips part in surprise at the bold actions of the monochrome skeleton. 

Revenge, you guessed.

Your mouth curved upwards as you turned your head the tiniest bit to give him a kiss on the forehead as if to say a silent apology.

You were smiling a lot ever since you met them, weren’t you?

…Maybe that was a good thing.

When you came to your senses again, drowsily lifting your eyes, the first thing you noticed was a lot more weight on the bed, and constant breathing in different paces. 

Of course.

The others had decided to join you, it seemed.

Nightmare was sitting behind you and Cross, at least one tentacle wrapped snugly around everyone, Killer was laying his head in your lap, snuggling into your stomach, Horror was to your left, facing you all while laying down…even Error was sitting on a make-shift hammock above you, a string tied to your finger for some sort of contact.

A happy sigh escaped you as you slowly drifted back into the dream world, the feeling of your skeletons surrounding you lulling you to sleep.

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WARNINGS: A smidge of possessive behavior if you squint, could also be interpreted as just a lot of jealousy, a small injury reader receives from cooking, cussing, some slightly suggestive actions and mentions. Use of the word mommy.

This is a continuation of the last oneshot: Quiet Nights, hence this one being named similarly. Only this time, it’s time for a horror movie. Huh? What’s that? Y/n’s overworking herself? Oh, don’t worry! The boys are here to make sure she relaxes as much as they do!

PS: I was given more ideas for this request, so it has more words than usual. If you’d like a request to be longer, I’d suggest giving at least a few details for what should happen and such. Writer's block happens to everyone.

Context: Reader is half-human, half-moth.

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Pops and sizzling could be heard from the kitchen as a certain black-teared skeleton sat eagerly at the breakfast bar, a big smile on his face and pinpricks sparkling like stars.

It was movie night. And of course, because of that, that meant there would be more snacks. And more of his
moth mommy. A win win. (HELP AUTOCORRECT WANTED IT TO SAY MOUTH MOMMY😭)

A loud hiss came to his ears, followed by a noise of pain.

“Ow…”

Head perked up, he shortcutted to the kitchen to see what had happened.

There he found you, clutching your wing and occasionally flinching as you rushed to get some ice.

Your hand finally moved away for a minute, and low and behold, there was a small burn on one of your wings, just below the “eye”.

Of course, Killer being Killer, he instantly overreacted at the sight, giving a loud gasp and checking all over you, though you’re pretty sure it was just because he wanted attention.

If you’re being honest, he acted like a cat. There were times he wouldn’t want to be around anyone and was angry towards those who intruded, and then there was this side of him. The “Give me love or I’ll fucking burn this place to the ground” side.

They all had that one though, didn’t they?

Only most of them were less vocal about it and more reclusive.

Surprise attack.

Not anymore, you had learned to know the signs and always gave them what was needed before everything went downhill. Literally.

The only problem was sometimes it would start out playful and it was fine, and then things would get to be too much…

You snapped out of your thoughts again to continue pushing ice down on the injury, gritting your teeth from the sudden temperature change.

Arms wrapped around your waist, and you looked down to find a sobbing Killer. Believe it or not, your eyes didn’t widen in surprise. After all, this was average behavior for him.

Your poker face was shown only for a minute before a voice spoke up.

“Here we find the rare Killer, acting basic as hell in his natural habitat.”

You dissolved into a fit of giggles at the snarky comment from the unimpressed skeleton leaning against the frame of the archway.

“As if you’re any better, chocolate collecting ass.”

You had to put a hand over your mouth to stop the onslaught of laughter you could accidentally let out. The two were having such an intense stare-off you could practically see the lightning bolts coming from their eyes like in anime. Fitting, they were both weebs.

A ding from the oven between the two broke the tension, and you rushed over to open it and bring out the food.

Right, you had dinner to make. How could you forget?

A hum from Nightmare was the sign of approval you got for your cooking. He was never erratic with his emotions, having more control over them due to reserving them so much around his brother when they were little.

The others,(except for Error) were just scarfing it down, possibly in a hurry to get to the movie, and the snacks that came with it.

Killer was dramatic as always, Horror has had a huge appetite ever since his au collapsed, Dust was…well, it wasn’t really him that was eating fast, it was his brother, and Cross was probably excited for his favorite sweet treat.

Soon enough, all the food was cleaned from the plates and you stood up from your seat to go do chores…

Only to be stopped by Nightmare.

“Dear, it’s movie night. Why don’t you take a break from your work?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the idea.

“There’s a lot to get done, Noche.”

Unfortunately, he wasn’t finished yet.

“But you have time, right?”

You let out a long sigh at the realization he was correct.

“Fine, but I still have to get snacks.”

“Oh no, I’ll get those ready.”

“Noche…”

“Y/n. You need to rest.”

Your shoulders slumped as you huffed, but gave in, letting his tentacle wrap around your middle, careful not to squeeze your wings and taking you along to the living room where they were to watch the film.

There was a black leather wrap-around couch starting on the left and a chair sitting across from it with an ottoman. Black curtains were currently being shut by Horror, blocking out the sun’s light so to see the screen better and a large TV with speakers sat atop a shelf above the fireplace, welcoming you with its heat.

The inky black appendage loosened around your body after setting you down on the sofa, and the owner of it walked off to the kitchen.

In a flash, Killer had pinned you up against the corner, squishing his face into your soft chest with a happy sigh. You let out a high-pitched squeak at his actions, causing him to chuckle, but your tense posture relaxed on knowing it was only him.

While you were distracted with Killer, Cross had decided to slip in behind you, settling you on his lap in the process.

And it sure did get a reaction out of you, being sandwiched between the two of them. Your face was fuming at the contact from both sides, between Cross petting your wings, and Killer nuzzling your chest fluff.

You knew they were doing it on purpose. Those were both extremely sensitive spots for you, along with your antenna. Oh, and Nightmare just arrived with the food. He had finished with the snacks by now, so you don’t know how long the other two had kept you here.

Oh dear…it seems you had lost track of time in your pleasure and embarrassment.

It was much darker now, and popcorn takes a good amount of time to make, not to mention the other things, so the idea of your face redder than a cherry for who knows how long was awkward.

Really awkward.

Like, the air is suffocating awkward silence.

Nonetheless, you were eventually gotten off of by Killer so he could get some of the buttered kernels and Nightmare sat down to start the movie. Horror had settled into the chair, eagerly waiting and stealing some snacks from Killer, followed by an angry shout from the latter. Dust had finished with the drapes and was now standing up, leaning forward against the back of the couch. Cross didn’t exactly leave, he just liked to be behind you when you ended up cuddling one or more of the boys. Why? How should you know? You just let everyone do what they wanted to do.

And in return, they let you do what you wanted to do. Mostly. Unlike now.

So…here you were, sitting trapped in the arms of one of the authors favorite your skeletons, with chores still to get done, and lots of incoming want for affection from at least one of them, if not all.

Eventually, you had settled down with Cross embracing you, and instead had come the time to finally watch the film. As the movie progressed, you would occasionally jump and flinch at the loudest moments or sudden jumpscares. 

Oh, don’t get me wrong, you’re a fucking badass when it comes to the boys, but that doesn’t mean you don’t still get surprised sometimes.

You would have probably been acting like a teenager sneaking out to some old, creepy ahh place with your friends if it weren’t the fact you were watching the movie so robotically.

The monsters around you could practically see the gears turning in your head, analyzing the human’s every move as they ran away from the animatronic. (Yes you’re watching the FNAF movie, fight me if you don’t like it!!) ( ´-ㅅ•)▄︻┻┳══━一💥

The mood was…actually getting creepier the longer you stared, silently judging their stupid, classic-horror-movie-getting-cornered actions. Yes, it was good for watching it, but they would’ve preferred only the mood to be chilly. Your emotions were so blatant literally anyone could see them popping up above your head.

What!? Their moth mommy being creepy??? No way! But it was true. Sweat dripped down Cross’ face as he watched you criticizing the person’s stupid as hell acting in your head. You had half a mind to start ranting about it, and how unrealistic it was.(No? Nobody else does that?...Okay okay sorry I’ll leave. *smashes through the fourth wall*)

A sudden wet, sticky feeling brought you out of your line of thought. 

Nightmare…

Your suspicions were correct. One of his tentacles was now resting on your arm, and he was looking at you with a stare that just screamed ‘I said relax.’

Back to one of those moods, huh? You’re not going down so easily.

Oh, nevermind, it seems you’ve become a puddle of jelly now.

A few more strokes to your wings was all it took for you to melt into the monochromatic skeleton, and in retaliation you angrily turned and stuffed your face into his jacket, scooting closer.

It was soft, floating on clouds level soft.

No wonder they wore this all the time…

His body temperature spiked up as you nestled further into him, but you paid it no mind.

It was comforting, laying there, listening to the sounds of the movie in the background and Cross’ slow breathing. You felt yourself beginning to drift off as you fully relaxed, darkness taking over your vision.

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KEEP IN MIND: This is what I think of Cross. These are not canon. :^

• Cross’s favorite chocolate is the normal, basic kind. No caramel, no nuts or anything, just regular plain chocolate. Classic is best, he says.

• My version of Cross hates the Star Sans’. He works with the gang and has never changed.

• Cross and Epic would absolutely be the type to share dumbass shower thoughts with each other, just saying. Like “If you wash your body off, then how does your towel get dirty?” or “If a student is expected to learn all subjects, why does no teacher know them all?”

• Cross is horrible at skating. He’s the one guy who lands face-first on the ice. Ouch.

• Cross actually likes to sing! It helps him get his emotions out, but he only does it when he’s sure he’s completely alone, or with someone he really trusts.

• Get him chocolate milk if you need something to be quick, he’ll destroy an entire AU in 10 seconds.

• Cross’s ghost enemy friend, XChara, actually hates having the X in his name. They both do. It reminds them of Gaster, and so everyone who knows that just calls him Chara. Do NOT say that if you don’t want to get on either of their bad sides.

• Cross steals most of his chocolate from Fell, and it’s where a lot of the latter’s anger comes from actually.

• CHOCO! TACO!

• Cross is really reserved, but once you break him out of his shell, he becomes extremely clingy around you in private, like when you want to get up, he might pull you back down to cuddle more. In public he’ll just do hand holding, he’s not comfortable with showing off like that. Killer on the other hand...

• When Cross starts to like you, Chara will as well, so it would actually be really rare to only be in a relationship with one of them, and not a poly. Because they share a soul, they share emotions and so will have the same love for you.

• Cross’ love for chocolate was influenced by Chara first eating a huge pile of it. When he offered Cross some, the skeleton fell in love with the sweet treat and they bonded over their love for it, if not sometimes stealing some from each other.

• Cross ended up getting his turtleneck fixed after the X-event, so no more holes! He appreciates that there aren’t as many stares as usual now, they make him feel exposed.

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Haha, get it? ShenaniGANGS?...No? :(

《Context: If you've seen the movie Nimona, you will understand this completely. If not, two words. Shapeshifting chaos. Basically you being a chaotic gremlin ass and destroying the whole place *house burning in the background* AHEM ANYWAYS!》

(Various x shapeshifter reader)

[Idea by Author Holly! Credits to them.]

• Error •

Nope. It’s just not going to happen. He’s wrapping your soul in his strings and hanging you there when you’re in those moods. You have a natural hatred for him.

• Fell •

Rude to an extent, but doesn’t like it when you take things too far. He’s the one who’s like: “Okay fine, just a little…WAIT THAT’S NOT A LITTLE!” and then he can’t stop you.

• XChara •

Hoo boy…this guy finds out you can shapeshift? You mean you can turn into any animal!? EVEN DINOSAURS!? This man is going to use that along with his ability to become a ghost to the advantage of you two. Charges? Yup. Combos? You know it. You two are basically going to become the greatest villains of the world. Pranks, more pranks, destroying the entire multiverse because the world is just a simulation with people waiting to be pulled with strings by the creators above, watching as the pieces of ashes fall to your feet, the whole place in shambles with crushed buildings and people begging for their lives, even more pranks…

• Cross •

 He’s basically the hero that stops you and XChara. Whenever it starts to go a little overvoard, he neutralizes one of the threats and makes XChara a ghost. But then there’s you. Fortunately, you have a bit of a weak spot for him.(Yes that’s me) And so if he offers a hug, you’ll instantly stop whatever you were doing and rush to him, though it’s mostly because of his fluffy jacket.

• Killer •

The multiverse is in for a load of trouble. Though not as bad as XChara, he’s right next in line as the second most mischievous of the gang. He would absolutely beg you to help him destroy all the shelters so he could keep the cats, though not too many as he obviously doesn’t have room for ALL of them, plus the money for cat food, beds, and everything. Nightmare hates you both for this, but it’s directed mostly at Killer. He doesn’t exactly like the idea of a hundred cats roaming the house and trashing everything.

• Chara •

The world is dead. The ability to reset with your power is just too much.

• Swap Chara •

She thinks it’s really cool! She’ll often ask you to change into different things for various innocent reasons like a giraffe so she can climb a tree and freak Sans and Papyrus out, or to sneakily get something that was on the top shelf of Grillby’s. Small, funny pranks are her deal.

• Underfell Chara •

Mostly against it. She indulges in fun like that a little, but mainly helps people, and doesn’t destroy them, even though she has the full power to.

• Storyshift Chara •

(By request)

Hates you. Period. Resents you with all her might and will never ever even pay attention to you.

• Asriel •

He's too much of a soft, sweet and innocent boy to actually enjoy the havoc you cause. Ends up trying to distract you with something, and it surprisingly works.

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KEEP IN MIND: Again, this is what I think of Cross. These are not canon.

A little birdie told me that someone wanted more of these, and I have nothing to do soooo yeah, here’s some sustenance for you someone.

Shhhhhh...it was qin-qin.

• Out of all the people in the gang, Cross tolerates likes Error the most. He’s quiet(when he’s not destroying), stays out of other people’s business unlike a certain black-teared skeleton, and overall usually keeps to himself.

• Either you knew this, or you didn’t. You probably did, but Killer and Cross have an ongoing rivalry with each other, though Killer generally attacks first.

• XChara can freely change between a ghost and a human, it can be super helpful in sticky situations.

• Man has despised Dream ever since he tried to talk to Cross. He doesn’t like the idea of others having pity for him, so any time Cross sees the positivity guardian, he teleports out of wherever he is in an instant. Doesn’t matter what’s happening, even if it’s an important meeting. He’d rather die than see him again.

• Adding onto the last one, Nightmare has come to accept the fact that Cross will disappear if he sees Dream. He used to get angry when it happened, but understands his feelings as he wants to do the same. Unfortunately, he can’t, he needs to create negativity.

• Cross had a horrible first time trying yoga. No context.

• The Bad Sans’ may seem tough on the outside, but once the barrier is broken, you better start runnin’ cause the soft spots are comin’!

• Cross would not know the difference between a real fruit and a display one/plastic one. Also no context.

• Both XChara and Cross have trust issues because of the events in their world, so the first time you try to give either a hug they would think(sadly) that you were trying to stab them in the back. Literally. Well, unless you gave them a hug from behind/a side hug first. They’d just be confused then.

• I’m tired. Yes, that’s the last headcanon.

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WARNINGS: Extremely short, hallucinations of people, thoughts that could be seen as suicidal, but not unless you’re really sensitive.

【Pt.3 of my random drabbles I think of】


Context: Reader has a strange glass dome around them that keeps them from getting close to anyone. This obviously can bring up ✨loneliness✨

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PS: HAPPY JULY 4TH! Made this crumb for you guys so you know I’m not dead. -A

A new stream of tears soaked the human’s face as the impact hit. Widened eyes stared at her with intensity, increasing her want to crouch down and curl into a ball.

“...I told you to leave me alone. Why are you here?”

Silence.

More water slid down her face as a reply to the quiet. She couldn’t tell what they were feeling.

Shock?

Anger?

Disgust?

Another attempt. More resistance.

Why were they even trying at this point?

Waves spread through the room on a third try, pushing back any and all who had dared initiate the contact.

“This is useless, you know.”

They didn’t seem to care, only reaching out again and again.

Emotions rose, and in return the knockback was stronger for the next hit.

“Leave me alone! I told you it’s not worth it!”

As she speed-walked away, she could hear the tapping of boots on the stone floor behind her.

But when she whipped her head around, expecting to see the familiar skeleton and human, emptiness was all that she could see.

You were already hallucinating?

How much longer would you even last at this point?

She was tired of this. Tired of life.

Was there even anything worth living for anymore?

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WARNINGS: (If this can even be considered one, just to be safe though) Mention of a horrible nightmare, but no description, also very short.


【Pt.4 of my random drabbles I think of】


PS: I'm gonna admit, I think this is cringe, just a heads up. This was my first oneshot or two I ever made, but why waste it?

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I jerked awake in the middle of my nightmare, sitting up in the bed. Drops of sweat slid down my face, my heart was racing, and my eyes flicked around the room, but all I heard was the hum of confusion from my boyfriend Cross. My movement must’ve woken him up.

“Mm…Y/n?”

 When he received nothing but silence, he shifted over to find my teary-eyed and scared state, staring at the wall in front of me, and his expression immediately softened.

He sighed, sitting up in the bed as well to scoot over and pull me flush against him. I stuffed my face into his chest, finding comfort in his warm, fluffy jacket.

Tears poured down my face as I recalled the hellish dream, letting it all out, breaking down in front of him. He rubbed comforting circles on my back, nestling his face into my neck and covering it with kisses. Eventually, I settled down and he lifted my head up again to meet his worried eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I simply shook my head, and he gave a nod of affirmation, bringing our lips- well, my lips and his teeth together to fully calm me.

 I turned to jelly in his hold, melting into him as we sat there in silence. He finally pulled away as I gasped in a breath of air. He chuckled and nuzzled his skull into my nape again, pushing me over with his weight in the process. I landed back-first on the bed with him, letting darkness take me.

 My eyes slowly closed, finding a safe space in his arms. I had completely forgotten about the nightmare at that point and woke up the next morning to be met with a slightly flustered and sleepy Cross laying on my stomach. I just giggled and squeezed him, my turn arriving to comfort him.

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It’s a bird! No- it's a plane! No! It’s a-!

Y/N!?

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The familiar sound of annoying ringing snapped you from chatting with your friend. You sighed as she folded her ears back and flicked her tail to and fro in frustration.

And just when you were beginning to get comfy.

Sadly, time doesn’t wait for anyone, and neither do attacks.

Yeah, you heard that right, attacks. Demon attacks, to be precise.

Of course, this was completely normal. There were many, many, many different groups of monsters and humans and in between that charged the holy gates, but there had been one specific bunch of skeletons that would come back again, and again, and again, and again no matter how much they were injured.

It was all fine and dandy until their assaults multiplied tenfold.

Not that it damaged this place at all, oh heavens(literally) no! They were the ones who would always leave battered and bruised and with broken parts of their body. It was just confusing as to why they did it.

Unfortunately for them, nobody in this place was that dumb and people quickly figured out what was happening. It was you. The strongest angel, second in command of the whole bright and beautiful city, capable of wiping out an AU in two flicks of your sword. All their increasing attacks had started after the very battle you had shown up for the first time in and beaten their non-existent asses back to hell. Literally.

Along with the looks they gave you, how their skulls seemed to almost light up in joy any time they could see your face, and even how their bodies would react in different ways.

For example, similarly to how a dog would wag its tail in joy, the ink-covered one’s tentacles would almost wriggle in happiness. 

It was…strange how excited they always were, no matter what you did. (In fact, it seemed they all especially loved being degraded by you, based on the arousal you felt in the air each time. “Freaks.” you would scoff) To say the least, you were shocked at the news by the time word came around to you.

Rightfully so, you don’t exactly have what one would call a normal life.

Wake, stretch, warmups, patrol, break to eat, more patrolling, check up on the town, more patrolling, defending from demon attacks, even more patrolling, another small break,(usually for Holly) SO MUCH DAMN PATROLLING, tag out for the night, go to sleep.

Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. There was never any change. And while the quiet part of you was grateful for the predictable schedule, another side said “Fuck no! I want adventure!”

Thankfully for you,(or un-thankfully depending on how you look at it) fate said today wasn’t going to be normal as you got ready for battle.

You bid a sad farewell to your companion, who in return waved silently, watching you walk out the door.

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You were lost in your mind as you walked down the gleaming streets, purposefully ignoring the wide-eyed stares and whispering.

They weren’t saying bad things about you, nonono, quite the opposite, but it still annoyed you. You didn’t want to stick out so much as some almighty being. Why? Because you really weren’t. Yes you were powerful, there’s no denying that, and yes, you were constantly protecting the whole city, nothing in the way of that fact either, but that didn’t mean you were this “savior” or “hero” that everyone said you were.

(If your character isn’t usually humble, then voila, they are now, deal with it.)

You found yourself humming slightly while you strolled towards the entrance doors, hearing sounds of clanging and shouting outside. And with a bit of flourish, you slammed them open, eyes narrowed and teeth pulled into a scowl at the sight before you.

Blood-covered weapons clashed as their owners yelled profanities or mocking statements at each other, fluffy white and sleek black wings twisted and turned around in battle, it was chaos. Hm…chaos. You like that.

Should you let this go on a little longer?

You dismissed the idea, sliding your sword out from its hilt. The pure white metal shone in the sun’s rays, golden vines trailing up from the tip to the handle. You had used it since the day you first came to heaven, and yet it never seemed to rust or show obvious wear.

Your eyes glowed yellow momentarily, before with speed faster than most could comprehend, you struck the blade into the cloud.

It was as if the air itself shook from the impact, and a high-pitched screech rang out. You turned your head towards the sound to meet the sight of one of the skeleton demons, struggling to stay in the air.

A predatory grin stretched across your face, and you dashed at him. With a sharp gasp, he disappeared. Gone, just like that before you could hit him.

That's a shame, but you were going easy on them, after all.

Life can go in many different ways, unfolding paths from your decisions, rushing across the narrow and steep parts before falling back to an easy, smooth walk. There were endless possibilities for changes in the world, and so it never seemed to get boring.

And just like this very moment, every person was trekking the hike until their death, then going back and choosing a new, different trail to go down.

It was always amusing to play this game, no matter what seemed to happen. Sunny, joyful days of gratitude? Fun! Harsh and cold nights filled with loss and heartbreak? Fun! They were each unique in their own way.

Your eyes shined again in the void of your thoughts, and you spun around to block an attack from the enemy.

Your tone was laced with venom that rivaled the Black Widow’s as you spat at him, mocking his countless trivial pursuits.

“Where would you prefer your wounds this time, Nightmare ?”

He trembled at your voice, turquoise spreading across his cheeks from your words before striking down again. You didn’t even move a centimeter, it was merely like a fly to you.

Of course, his comrades obviously weren’t going to just fly there and watch, and you had to quickly turn and defend yourself from each strike.

It wasn’t hard with your speed, but it was annoying.

You know what was even more annoying? 

The townsfolk complaining about you not capturing the enemies yet.

They didn’t like that you were toying with them, wanting the whole ordeal to just be over with.

And so, finally having enough of it all, the thought crossed your mind to just capture them right here. So you did.

Their only warning was a grin, before you knocked out one, then two, then three, and so on in the course of seconds.

And as you finished with the last one, you quickly flapped your wings to carry you towards the shining, golden bell atop the double doors.

A loud “ DONG ” was sounded as you swung the rope, reverberating throughout the whole before a loud uproar could be heard, drowning the hunk of metal out.

Cheers resonated throughout the streets and people chanted “Down with the demonic! Down with the demonic!”, their white wings fluttering behind them in joy.

With a self-satisfied smile, you hauled them over your shoulder and flew down to the road, being surrounded by kids at the bottom.

You just laughed, answering their questions and statements before you had to go deposit the evil you carried down to the prison cells in the palace.

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It was dark. Dark and cold down here. The pitch blackness was frustrating, as you had to rely on your glowing eyes and stretching your arm out, feeling the rough wall, guiding you.

You could hear the quiet growling of the other prisoners, obviously directed towards you. You could hear them shuffling farther away from you behind the doors, as far as they could go. You could hear the slowly dripping water echoing throughout the stone labyrinth you stumbled through. You could hear the soft breathing of your latest captures, blissfully unaware of what was happening. You could hear the rustling of clothes as a demon couple embraced each other intimately.(Disgusting. Even others were repulsed.) You could hear your own heartbeat, thumping with a melody that could only be interpreted as “Why did we have to go down here again, Y/n? Can’t we just leave?”

But you had to push that aside to the back of your mind and advance towards the prison cell where they would be locked up for good.

Would they though? I think-

No.

Your teeth grit against each other in irritation, before your footsteps abruptly stopped.

Your chest rose and fell in time, before you urged your body to keep moving forward.

…

You didn’t move an inch, twitching being the only reaction of your body responding to the mind.

This was wrong. This was so damn wrong. Angels shouldn't act like this, this is cruel and horrible and inhumane and-

You were suddenly aware of the feeling of cold water sliding down your cheeks. Was that tears, or the roof? You couldn’t tell. Your mind was clouded, your body was shaking, your breathing was quickening by the second, and your legs struggled to keep you and the demons up.

You need to stop this. You need to turn back before it’s too late. You need to-

“Commander?”

whynowwhynowwhynowwhynow-

“Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright? You’re just…standing there.”

You turned to the soldier, facade put up once again, “Yes, just thinking about some things.”

He narrowed his eyes, “That’s the excuse almost everyone uses.”

A shadow cast over your face from those words and you growled at him, silently threatening his existence and reminding him to not step out of line, that you were the one in control, “You’re being a little nosey, don’t you think?”

He broke out into a cold sweat, fear flashing across his face, and looked down at the ground, “Sorry, ma'am.”

“Don’t do that again, you should know better than such bad manners,” you continued on, a bit of relief bubbling up inside your SOUL.

He stuttered on his words, beginning to tremble, “Y-yes ma'am.”

“Good,” and you turned back to the cell, placing the prisoners just inside and swinging the door closed. The metal screeched where it connected as you turned the key in the hole, and after withdrawing the thin piece of iron, it disappeared with only a few sparks of magic left behind.

The distinct thuds of your sandals making contact with the stairs traveled up with you, until you had shut the old wooden door behind you and headed towards your room.

Maybe, if you were lucky, Holly would still be there and you could k- talk more.

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You watched the light melt into the shadows, white steadily changing to the deepest black the further down you went.

The all too familiar sounds awaited you at the bottom of the steps, welcoming your descent into the darkness.

Your gray irises met with wide white eyelights, staring back at you from the void.

As you neared their cage containment, a voice spoke up, smooth but clear.

“So, you finally did it huh?,” you could hear the coy smile just from his tone. Killer always found some way to joke about anything, even if he was currently being held hostage and would most likely die down here.

You hummed, setting down multiple trays of food with your magic. The white glow around them faded, disintegrating back into nothing.

“Talk from the townsfolk was getting to be too much. How was your rest?”

One second, the plates were there, the next, they were inside the bars, and almost immediately each was snatched up by their respective owners.

“Rough. At least you didn’t flop us around like ragdolls,” he snarked back to you.

You didn’t give him a reaction, much to his disappointment, “You’re a strange one to be giving any sort of satisfaction to someone who captured you.”

A gleeful smile of mirth took over him, and for a moment you thought you could see his soul fizzle into a different shape before it went back to a normal target.

“Yup! We’re weird and we’re proud!”

“Correction: You’re proud.”

At this he turned back around to one of his companions.

“Aw, come on Dusty, don’t be so gloomy!”

“I’ll be gloomy all I want,” his mismatched eyelights scrunched up from the darkness of the hood he wore, “And you can’t stop me.”

Killer singsonged in retaliation, “You’re so sure about that Dustbun!~”

“Don’t call me that.”

♪“Dustbun, Dustbun, Dustbun, Dustbu-”♪

He narrowly avoided a punch to the skull, and the fist headed towards his direction slammed into the wall behind him. Dust recoiled with a hiss of pain and clutched his phalanges.

“Fuck you.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer!”

“Killer, now is not the time to be making such crude jokes.”

“Aw come on boss, now you’re ganging up on me? Not fair!”

You watched the chaos unfold, which was, in summary, a lot of back and forth from the three, and Nightmare getting a bit out of control before you had to remind them that you were still here.

“QUIET!”

Immediately, they stopped, colored droplets sliding down their skulls.

Your pupils had changed to slits, much like a cat, unblinking as you stared them down.

Finally, you broke the tension, “You will be restrained if you keep this up.”

You heard a faint “Ooh, kinky…” and you snapped your head to look at him.

“If that’s what you want to think, so be it, but I will not indulge.”

Killer lowered his head under your intense gaze, the once cheeky grin now turned nervous.

“Uh, can we…can we at least know what to call you?” Cross stated timidly, finally voicing his thoughts.

Horror, sitting across from him, nodded at this.

You were hesitant. Why would they be asking you this, if not for ill intent? But eventually finally decided that it wouldn’t do much harm.

 “Y/n.”

He just nodded, leaving the dungeon in silence. You sighed, before turning to leave, though you stopped when he voiced his thoughts again.

“Can…can you stay? For a bit? Please?”

You stifled a snicker at his comment. It was just pathetic.

“Why?”

…

The only kind of answer you recieved was a purple blush covering his cheeks.

You scoffed, turning away again and making your way up to the palace.

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That was how the days progressed. You would come down with their food, Cross would ask you to stay, you would ignore it or act like you didn’t hear it, and repeat.

Another walk down the staircase, balancing the dishes holding meats, vegetables, and fruits. It had been about a month since they first came here, and you decided that today, you would have pity on them. That is, if they asked again.

Normally, you would cook it yourself(they said it was really good, and you couldn’t be bothered to get worse meals for them) though this time, you added in a dessert, just because they were behaving nicely ever since you had yelled at them.

When you had finally reached the outside of their cell, an overly-exaggerated gasp was heard, most likely due to the sight of the trays floating in the air behind you.

“You got us cupcakes!?”

You didn’t answer but teleported the food once again to the middle of the chamber they stood/sat/laid in, where they were quickly snatched up.

“Man, you sure are treating us nicely for prisoners. Not that I’m complaining.”

You had learned to not give him a reaction, or else things would escalate, so you continued to stay quiet.

“Hello? Helloooooo?? Killer to Y/n???”

And…here comes the teasing.

“Hey, you there? You’ve been more quiet than Dusty recently! What’s gotcha upset?”

“Nothing. Just not encouraging your antics.”

“Party pooper…” the mumble was just barely audible, but you heard it.

You stood there in the silence, awkward, but peaceful nonetheless, waiting for them to finish.

They had sometimes tried to eat slower, just so you would stay longer. There wasn’t much you could do about that, unfortunately, except for just leaving the plates down here, and you didn’t want to risk having them break.

How long are you going to keep this up? You know you can't keep them in here forever. Eventually, the-

NO. NONONONO!

But it’s true! Stop trying to run away from the truth, because it’s never going to work. You’ll always be that little helpless, selfish, and disgusting child who nobody wanted to be born. You're-

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You only noticed your head had subconsciously sunk down into your neck a bit and lowered. It had apparently not gone unnoticed.

“Hey, you okay?”

You could hear an actual tinge of genuine concern in his tone, but you shook it off with a growl.

“I’m fine,” was your answer, dismissing the fact that you were sinking deeper and deeper into a hole.

He deadpanned at you, but stayed silent, and you once again ignored him. The knock on the steel door alerted you of his empty plate being thrust in your direction.

And as you started to walk away, you received the question you expected to hear.

“Y/n? Can you stay this time?”

You hesitated for a moment, but ultimately gave in. What was the harm in not leaving for a little more?

So you spun to face the cell, and stared back into the familiar white and red pinpricks of Cross. It was like you were searching for something in his sockets the longer you stayed like that, stock still and quiet as a mouse.

After a long while, you questioned him, “Why do you insist on asking me this everyday?”

Again, no response.

You heaved out a sigh, but complied and leaned against the wall, closing your eyes to let your mind loose to imagination.

You don’t know how long you stayed there until Cross spoke up again.

“I…I really don’t know, honestly. Ever since you had…well, first made an appearance, there was just…”

His voice lowered to a whisper on the last part and he looked at his hands, twisting his phalanges around each other in a show of nervous display.

“Call me crazy, but I felt a tug in my chest.”

“You’re crazy.”

“No I’m not, Killer is!”

“Hey, don’t bring me into this!”

“You asked for it.”

“Ugh, fine.”

You slid down to the floor, one leg curled up to your chest with your arm resting on it, while the other stuck out in the hallway, half turned to the left.

Your eyes were half-lidded as you thought about how miserable it must be in there, once again reminded of how horrible this was to do to anyone, no matter how evil they’ve been in the past.

You leaned your head back, letting it fall against the smooth rocks behind you. It was cold, grounding, reminding you that you weren’t there anymore. 

You were here. 

You were safe.

You weren’t alone.

Everything was going to be okay.