Cross sighed. "Thanks for keeping me here, I really appreciate your hospitality. But I need to go." Cross muttered. "Aww I actually wanted you to stay with us." Swap sighed.

"Well it's fine!" Outer snickered.

"Bye Cross." They all said as Cross waved walking away.

Cross sighed as he kept walking looking down.

"I keep pushing people away. I really am a mad person after all."

Cross then realized his footing left ground.

"Eh?"

And he fell into a hole.

He then landed faceflat in the ground. "Frick me in the-" he looked and his soul started beating quickly, like he was nervous.

"This doesn't make sense." Said Cross as he stood up, he felt a bit weak, it's been a last time as he was anxious before.

"Hey what's happening?" Cross talked to himself. "The place is happening." Cross looked down to see a blue petal flower.

"What's going on?"

The flower sighed.

"This area got spilled by toxications. It didn't really kill us. It just affected the whole area having the substance that causes your heart or soul to beat. You'll experience pressure like negative emotions, like panic attacks, or anxiety. You shouldn't be here." The flower explained with a worried expression.

"Does it affect you?"

"No. Not that I think so. But a little bit." Said Cross as he shook his skull. "I always felt negative triggers. So I felt really numb to it." Cross said looking down.

"Do you always feel unmotivated?"

Cross looked at the flower.

"Whenever people and even you say to yourself things are going to be okay. And you always look at that light at the end of the tunnel. But you feel like your mind is like a storm. All these thoughts surrounding it drives you crazy." The flower rambled.

"I feel that to sometimes... speaking of it, sometimes whenever I wake up all I just felt was unmotivation." Said Cross.

"Hey..."

"Have you ever feel, that even when you have people around? You still feel alone?" Asked the Flower as Cross snickered nervously as he nodded.

"Yeah. And thinking about it. There's no such thing as a perfect friend." Said Cross.

"Maybe if people were there for me, and the people I did know never left me. I could still be me again..." The flower leaned downed as he looked at the ground with hopelessness and regret.

"Maybe.., if I reached out. Maybe I wouldn't be in this mess."

"Well you can't change what happened in the past can you?" The flower looked up.

"Things happen, and when it does. You have no control over it in life. It's just how it is." Cross shrugged. "And life can be a dick. But now. Seeing your situation or whatever happened to you. Don't dwell on the past. Instead try to be better then you were back then. I would've accepted it if I were you."

"But maybe you might do things different then I do." Cross said nervously.

The flower looked up with a maybe little determination in his eyes.

"Maybe your right."

"What's your name. I didn't get a chance to ask." Said The Flower as Cross introduced himself again.

"My name is Cross."

"That's a cool name. I'm flowey, flowey the flower."