Cross woke up as his eyesockets opened. "Geez.. what now." He let out a tired sigh as he saw himself tied to a pole.

"I've got him." Said the skeleton. He looks similar to Dust. No wait, he is Dust!

"That's good." There was Killer.

Crappp... don't want to deal with his right now. But Nightmare could be here. "Oh hello, glad to see you guys again. why are you guys here? Most importantly why am I here?!" Cross complained.

"Shut up you low-life scum. You have no authority to talk back."

"I didn't ask." Cross went Frisk-faced.

"SHUT UP!" A slap went against his face as Cross just let out a sigh.

"You know if ya could just dispose of me, then I wouldn't be able to stare at your faces." The Flower shifted inside his coat. Least they're safe.

"Well I did try to dispose of you, remember when I stabbed you. And stole Nightmare from you." Cross shrugged.

"Honestly who cares. I feel like I'm better off dying. After all we were friends, then you backstabbed me like a bitch." Cross seethed.

"YOU!-"

"That's enough Killer." Dust hissed.

"Nightmare wouldn't want us to-"

"I HAVE AUTHORITY." Dust kept his trap shut.

"Nightmare..." Cross muttered.

"Oh?~ didn't let the past go did we? Let's go over this again. He's mine!" Killer shouted. "I don't care! I just want to see him! He's my friend!" Cross retorted.

"You are to persistent! Why can't you just give up! None of this will change!" Killer snapped.

"I want it to change! No matter what I do, it can't." Cross shouted as he then realized what he said. "It can't..."

"Now do you realize, Boy! He's mine! Nothing will change that!"

"But I wanna try. You're just a coward. Y-You bastard."

"What did you say? I will kiss Nightmare in front of you to even prove a point." Cross flips the middle finger.

"OhOH YOU WANNA GO!"

"YEAH I WANNA GO YA FUCKER!" Cross smirked.

"WHY YOU!"

"Killer, stop." Then there he was.

Nightmare.

The octopus himself.

Cross's eyesockets widen.

All he felt was just anger.

He did what he could to find him.

He's right there so why isn't he happy?

'Why am i not happy or relived'

So intoxicated

No I'm not addicted.

Maybe I should just give up...

He hurted me to much. He looked down not wanting to look at him.

Only a pitiful and disappointed expression on his face.