(Injuries are so much fun. I've been wanting to write so badly but my wrist decided it wants to hurt for a month straight. It's still not fully healed and I don't know when it will be but I'll try and write when I'm able to)

(Trigger warning: Minor Violence
Can you guys let me know which things I should have a trigger warning for? I'm always a bit unsure and I don't want to catch anybody off guard with something potentially disturbing to them)

~Y/n's POV~

All I could muster myself to do was lay in bed. I had no motivation to get up and do anything. Cross had left a while ago, clearly knowing I needed some space. My hand hadn't left my stomach this whole time. I'm not even sure how much time has passed, I've only been inside my head.

Of course, I was ecstatic to have Ink's child! Starting a family with him has been by biggest dream and it was coming true. The problem was that I was away from him. He didn't know and there was no way for me to tell him properly. It pained me to no end and I couldn't fully understand why. Cross promised that after a month I would be able to see him again so it's not like Ink is never going to know...

I let out a long heavy sigh, this month was going to be painfully slow because of this news. Unless I could get Cross to relay the message for me... or convince him to let me see Ink just for a brief moment so I could tell him. That would probably spur him to work even harder to get me out of here... I'm sure he's already doing all that he can. This place has had the highest protection I've seen so far.

I heard the door slowly creak open but I didn't move an inch. I didn't feel like facing Cross at the current moment. The door shut softer than I've ever heard before which felt strange to me but I still didn't sit up.

Why was he being so quiet? I could only hear his breathing which sounded oddly laboured. I hadn't even heard him move...

"What do you want, Cross?" I groaned irritatedly as I slowly sat up, only to freeze mid-way.

It wasn't Cross who had entered. It was Dust. He was smiling ear to ear like usual and his head was slightly cocked. At the very least, I couldn't see a weapon on him. His hands were in his jacket's pockets but who knows what could be stored in there.

"Heya."

I gulped down a scream as I began to shake. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I didn't dare break eye contact with him, if I glanced away for a second he might pounce.

"So... congrats on the pregnancy."

"What?" I couldn't help but blurt. That was the last thing I expected to hear. I immediately felt a bit angry at Cross about blabbing to everyone.

"You're pregnant aren't you? I can feel that SOUL forming..." His maniac eye shrunk as he took a deep inhale of breath. Did this fucker not know how to not be creepy?

"I think so... what's it to you?" I eyed him skeptically, shifting slowly so I was sitting on the bed but had my feet on the ground. I needed to be able to try and run if the situation came down to it.

"Oh not much, it's just a two in one deal for me."

I couldn't get out of the way in time as he teleported right onto me, forcing me to lay back on the bed. He grabbed both of my wrists and held them above my head in his large hand. I barely had any time to react against his practice. He's done this hundreds of times...

I managed to scream before he covered my mouth with his other hand, which I promptly bit down on. It was probably hurting me more than it hurt him. That is, until I managed to lodge my teeth in between where his forefinger met his palm. I yanked my head back as far and roughly as I could. A small crack broke the struggling sounds as I managed to snap his finger off.

Dust cursed softly and his eye shrunk even further in surprise. He clearly hadn't expected me to do something like that. I spat out the finger in disgust, not really expecting myself to be able to do that either.

I screamed as loud as I could again now that my mouth was free. This time, Dust didn't bother to cover it. Instead he reached into his pocket and drew out a familiar knife.

I lost myself. That was the same knife he had used to kill Toriel, Papyrus, and all of my old friends. I was not letting him take me like he took them. Not without the biggest fight he's ever experienced.

I pulled my legs back and kicked him as hard as I could into his pelvis, pushing him back only slightly. At the same time, I forgot all abandon and slammed my head into his skull. It hurt so bad but it was effective. He let go of my wrists in surprise and I rolled to the side as quick as I could.

I lost my focus as I just got up and ran. I couldn't see where I was going, I was full of adrenaline and that was the only thing keeping me going. I ran past twisting hallways and unrecognizable figures without any processing.

It was only when somebody unexpectedly teleported in front of me and I slammed into them that I managed to actually focus. Everything was hurting and my breathing was tight and fast. Exhaustion was creeping in as my adrenaline started to fade. The person I had run into was Cross, and he hadn't gotten unbalanced unlike me. Everything felt dizzy... was he talking to me? I could only hear ringing in my ear.

I lost the feeling in my knees as I collapsed onto him, but not fainting. I could hear the faint mumbling of him saying something but that was about it. I closed my eyes for a moment as I took enjoyment from the fluff of his hoodie. I felt... safe. I was safe with Cross.

I snapped my eyes back open as I was abruptly picked up bridal-style. I calmed back down as Cross started to take me somewhere, probably back to my room. Dust would be dealt with, I'm sure.

As he walked, we passed by the figures I had rushed past before. I finally was able to recognize them, though I tried not to make eye contact. There were a few familiar faces like HL and the mafia version of me, but several I hadn't seen before. It seems like Cross recruited more than just Sanses and Y/n's, unlike Nightmare. There were versions of Chara, Papyrus, even an Alphys.

My head was pounding from headbutting Dust, he was really thick-skulled (in more ways than one). Luckily, I was starting to come to my senses a bit. My ears weren't ringing as badly and I could see a bit clearer.

Cross' expression looked grim but I could see in his eyes there was a look of unbridled rage. I looked back to the side and saw us walk past what I knew had to of been my room. The reason I knew despite not being able to see inside was because Dust was being strangled by a much larger Sans. (Don't think too hard about those logistics)

"How come we aren't going-" I started to ask but I felt a rise of nausea threaten to burst. Cross seemed to understand what I was going to ask though, "You're not safe in there anymore. I'm taking you to my room for the time being until I can set up more security measures."

His room? I didn't really like the sound of that but I don't think I had a choice. How was it going to be any safer than my old room though?

As I came a bit more into my senses the more strange it felt to be carried by Cross. This didn't feel right at all... "You know I can walk, right?" I couldn't help but blurt out, I was starting to get irritated.

"You had a mild concussion, if you try and walk you could fall." He replied indifferently, not even looking at me.

He abruptly stopped in front of a wall that ended the hallway. I was confused for only a second because the wall started to open like it was an elevator door. I looked back at Cross and saw the faintest trail of magic leaving his eyesocket. The door might be magic activated then...

I barely got to look around the room before I was gently laid on a large bed. My head still felt like it was getting hammered to death. Cross put his hand over my forehead which caused me to wince. A bruise had to be forming there, I'm sure.

I closed my eyes as he started using his healing magic on me like he had not too long ago. Was this going to be a regular occurrence? Something tells me that Dust won't rest until he manages to "score" a double kill.

"Why did you tell Dust that I'm pregnant?" I asked Cross, my voice sounding weaker than I intended.

"I didn't. He's been listening in through the door, hence why I moved you in here. Just in case anyone else gets the same idea. This room is soundproofed and can't be opened by any of the others."

That was reassuring at least... I couldn't help but wonder why this room is soundproofed though. On second thought, I don't think I want to know.

It took a few minutes but my head finally felt somewhat normal again. The pounding had gone away at least. Cross continued to stay with me even after I was healed. He didn't say it but I think he was making sure I was mentally alright.

It still baffled me that I was actually feeling affection towards Cross. I probably shouldn't be but I couldn't help it. He's been nothing but caring. In the long talks we've had he seems like a genuinely good guy. So it makes me wonder why he sided with Nightmare in the first place. They don't seem to share the same ideals, evident in how Cross is treating me. And why is still hanging around people like Dust and Horror? He seems like he despises them.

Just what was going on?

(HAPPY ANNIVERSARY UNDERTALE!! I can't believe it's been 6 whole years and my obsession with Sans hasn't waned, there something up with this skeleton I swear. Also in case you didn't know Toby Fox and 3 dads from Fangamer are doing a livestream of Deltarune! Should be a lot of fun, I hope you all enjoy today!)