Cross happily hummed as they walked, feeling the skirt of the dress that he was wearing, swishing around his legs. Fresh had taken him away from that group of Sanses, but he couldn't take him to Red, due to his AU going through multiple Genocide Runs, so Fresh had left him in a safe AU, before he left to deal with business, elsewhere.

But, before he had left, he had shoved Cross into a bright dress, and Cross loved it! He was so happy about finally being able to ditch the black and white colour scheme of his old AU, and Fresh had kept his promise to introduce him to more colorful clothes!

Cross giggled, oh the look of surprises on the faces of Nightmare, and his gang, if they saw him now...

He didn't know if they remembered, or if they were on the path to remember, but he was so proud about throwing a wrench into their plans.

"Maybe I should throw more wrenches into it?" Cross asked himself. Should he track down Killer, Horror and Dust? If they hadn't remembered, yet, then he could try to plant thoughts, in their heads, that would become doubts, when they remembered... Or if they did remember, since they wouldn't recognise him, because of him being a Babybones, and lacking his trademark fluffy clothing, scar and eyelight, he could still try to plant some doubts in their heads...

But, would they listen to them, was the big question that was on his mind...

He didn't know...

And why was he thinking about helping those that had been nothing but cruel, to him?

They didn't help him, had used him as free labour, or to one up each other, had hurt him, made fun of his interests and hobbies, and had done nothing to protect him from the Stars, and their allies...

Nightmare had been just as bad...

He didn't stop them, or punish them for what they had done, he only set ground rules for what they couldn't do, which was bother him when he was in the training room, the bedroom that had been assigned to him, the bathroom that was attached to it, the hospital room, the kitchen, what he ate, and the laundry room...

He basically made it forbidden to mess with his physical health, or anything that could damage it.

But he didn't stop them from hurting him mentally... And emotionally...

Sometimes, he even joined in, attacking Cross mentally, and punishing him for needing to be protected during a raid, when he made a mistake, or when the others made a mistake just he ended up taking the fall for...

So, why did he have the desire to throw more wrenches into their plans?

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Baby Cross: I'm finally free from you! Suck it bastards!

His mind: More wrenches needed! Let's talk to them, and plant doubts in their heads!

Baby Cross: What the hell is wrong with my mind?