Suicide is present here. Be warned.

Cross sat in his room. Multiple voices screamed in his head, mostly his own, but a few were Chara's. Both voices had conflicting messages, with his own telling him to stop hesitating, and Chara's telling him to stop what he was doing.. To see reason. But, Cross knew what reasoning truely was. All it was, in reality, was madness that was socially acceptable. Cross knew. He was the truely sane one, and everyone else was simply insane.

As he held his summoned knife to his collum, Chara screamed in pure desperation.

"PLEASE, STOP! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!" He screamed, his voice breaking from the pressure that had built up in his throat. He was—no, still is crying. He needed to get his revenge, and dying... And leaving his brother... Both didn't sound so good.

But Cross didn't care. He didn't care about Chara, or Gaster, or Frisk, or anyone, really... Except for his friends. They had always been so kind to Cross, despite his rude attitude and words. But, that was only according to himself. In reality, Cross was the most gentle and kind creature one could come across... But he didn't see that about himself, so it must not have been true... Or perhaps he was just being silly...?

Cross shook his head. No. This was it. This was right.

With a sigh, and a smile, Cross plunged the knife into his neck, giving enough force to push all the way to the hilt.

For just a moment, Chara's screaming materialized, and alerted the group. They made it just in time to watch the horrific spectical that was Cross's death.