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Cross didn't know what to expect when he stepped through.

He thought they would appear in some kind of a garden, or a house, who knows?

But he sure as hell didn't expect to appear in the middle of some kind of a meeting.

The Sanses reaction was pretty fast, he'll give them that.

He didn't even managed to blink when his SOUL turned blue and he suddenly found himself against the wall, with a sharp bone almost touching his throat. He also heard the sound of gaster blasters spawning.

"Cross!" Ink had stood protectively in front of Dream, with his paintbrush ready to attack. Dream seeing all this had clearly panicked and teleported to Cross's side.

"N-no, wait! It's all ok now! Cross is on our side!" Dream screamed out in fear of Cross getting hurt or killed, before he would even get a chance to explain himself.

Echo - who was the one holding a bone against Cross' neck - just looked at Dream in clear suspicion. "And what if he has some alternative motive?"

Cross was starting to consider making a portal and just go 'fuck this'.

But then he felt the familiar presence beside him and his eyes widened.

"The is no alternative motive in here! Just please, at least hear him out!" Dream begged. He knew that the Sans's wouldn't really react nicely to Dream bringing Cross here, but he was really hoping they would give him at least a chance to explain.
Guess not.

"But Dream, that's Cross! He's just another one of Nightmare's pawns!" Oh, Ink knew that Dream has a slight crush on Cross, but he could never figure out just - why? Well, being soulless was making understanding this whole situation pretty hard.

The whole meeting room went to chaos after that. Everyone was screaming at Dream, and Dream kept begging for them to try and understand. No one noticed the sudden change of Cross' eye lights.

Echo's eye lights disappeared when Cross teleported behind him, knocking him to the ground.

Cross aimed his blade at him, blasters appearing by his sides, telling everyone to stay away.

Dream gasped slightly at that. "Cross! Please, stop! You're just making it worse-!" Dream felt silent when he looked Cross straight in the face. Both of his eye lights were a bright red, pure anger and disgust on his face.

That wasn't Cross.

"All of you. Don't come any closer." Came Chara's cold voice.

Ink blinked a few times, soon realizing what was going on. He put down his brush, trying to appear less threatening.

Ink then took a deep breath, signalling to the others to calm down. They did, though reluctantly.

"Hey Chara." Right after Ink said that, Chara grimaced and dug his blade more into Echo's throat. " Chara you-"

"Don't touch Cross."

"....What?" Ink asked, completely baffled.

"I couldn't care less about what you do, just don't touch Cross." Ink glanced at Echo and saw him looking up at Chara in wonder, oddly calm for someone who is at the risk of having their throat cut.

"Alright." Ink said putting his hands up in surrender "We won't touch him no more, but let us talk to Cross"

Chara looked around suspiciously, before closing his eyes. The monochrome skeleton gave out a groan, hands shooting up to his head, clutching it in pain.

'Damn Chara... It's been a while since you've last done that.' Cross opened his eyes, looking to his right, where Chara was now floating.

Chara glanced to the side, looking pretty baffled. 'I... I don't like it when people hurt my host.' Cross smiled slightly when Chara crossed his arms.

Cross then looked down at Echo, who was still pinned underneath him. He quickly get off of him, offering him a hand, which to Cross' delight Echo took.

Cross then looked all around him, and sweat dropped at all the looks he was getting.

"Well than Cross..." Cross snapped his head towards Ink "We're listening."

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Things were silent in Nightmare's castle.

Horror was hanging out in the kitchen, making food for Error to eat.

Dust was laying on his bed in his room, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Killer was in the training room, perfecting his aim.

Error was hanging out in Trivial's room a sad smile on his face while looking around.

Then they all flinched when a scream broke through the calm atmosphere.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS CROSS?!"