~Y/n's POV~

Where... was I? The last thing I remembered was being taken by Cross and knocked out. But now, I was laying in a rather comfortable bed. Maybe Ink had found me before I had woken up? I hoped so, I don't know what I'd do if Cross had kidnapped me.

I sat up in the bed and examined my surroundings. I didn't recognize the room at all. The bed I was in seemed to be king sized, the blankets were soft to the touch, and the pillows seemed to be memory foam. The room itself was mostly empty, like it had just been moved into. There was a wall mounted TV in front of the bed so I could watch it from here if I wanted to. A dresser sat underneath it with the remote and an unrecognizable flower in a clay pot. I decided to get up and investigate this first.

When I stood up from the bed I saw that my clothes had returned to their normal state before we entered Deltarune. So I wasn't in the Dark World anymore. I put that to the side of my mind as I opened the first drawer of the dresser. It was jam-packed with clothes that looked a lot like something I would wear. They even seemed my size. I checked each and every drawer and sure enough, there were several clothes of varying types. Even underwear, to my embarrassment.

I looked around the room again and noticed that there were two attaching doors. One on the wall that the TV was on, and one towards the left of the bed. I checked the foremost of those options only to be met with a lock. Great. I doubt it would be locked if Ink had got to me. But then why would Cross keep me in a room and not a prison cell? There was no point in questioning myself for an answer. I checked the latter of the doors and was surprised that it opened. I realized quickly that it only lead into a bathroom. At least I would have some privacy in there...

I huffed and continued to explore the room. There was a bookshelf on the right wall that was displaying several books that I recognized. Then there was the bedside table that had a drawer which I inspected. It held several art supplies like sketchbooks, pencils, small canvases, paint, and more. This interested me the most, why did this seem catered to me?

I flinched as I heard a door behind me creak open. I spun around and instantly had my guard up when I saw Cross walk in and close the door behind him. His outfit had returned to normal as well and he was carrying a tray of food and a glass of water.

"Ah, good to see you're awake. I didn't mean for you to be out so long." He said, setting the tray onto the dresser. I couldn't help my stomach growling at the sight of it. I hadn't eaten all day... But I know I couldn't eat it. It could be poisoned for all I know!

"Where the fuck am I?" Was the only question I managed to say, it was really a stupid question. Obviously he wasn't going to tell me. In my defense, I was panicking and trying not to show that I was. 

"I won't go into specifics but you're in a room in our new headquarters."

I was surprised he actually gave me somewhat of an answer. He hadn't made any movements towards me at all either. He was just standing there... (MENACINGLY) I opened my mouth to answer another question but my mind had gone blank. I had so many questions before why couldn't I get any out?

"Sorry, I know this is a lot to get used to. I promise you're safe here, though."

He was... apologizing? I was safe? What? How the hell am I safe here with Cross?! I am very much unsafe! This was too much. I could feel a throbbing headache start to form and I put a hand up to my forehead.

"I can get you some pain medication if you need it." 

What. The. Hell.

"Why the fuck are you treating me like this and not locking me in a cell or something??" I managed to question over my now near unbearable headache. I know I should have my guard up but I couldn't help but sit down on the bed. If he wanted to hurt me I think he would've done it by now.

"You may be a hostage but you're not a prisoner here and we're not going to treat you as such. You're more of an... extended guest."

"Does this mean I can leave the room?"

Cross pondered this question for a moment, "If you don't cause any trouble, yes."

I wasn't expecting that answer at all. I would be allowed to leave the room if I didn't cause trouble? I didn't like the sound of it. Was I going to be forced into doing things?

"And what does that entail?" I cautiously asked, not looking forward to the response. Surely it wouldn't be anything good.

"You don't have to follow these but it would make it easier for both of us if you didn't try to escape or hassle with any of us. I'll make sure the others don't try and hassle with you either."

Considering the situation I supposed that was fair. I doubt I would be able to escape anyway, I can't make portals and I couldn't control my timeline jumping properly. I bet this place is magic-sealed anyway so both wouldn't be an option. But... there is one option I can try. Technically it wouldn't be me trying to escape. 

"Like I said, you don't have to. But if you can for a week I'll let you out of the room." Cross added after my slightly delayed response.

"Alright... I can do that." I sighed unhappily. I couldn't believe I was actually going to go along with what Cross said. 

"I'll leave you be then. If you need anything you can knock on the door, there's always a guard outside." Cross headed for the door and was about to leave before I made the stupid decision to stop him.

"Just... one more question." I decided to test my luck. I was about to let myself be vulnerable for a second which was a very dumb move but my mind couldn't help but ask it. "Is... is HL and Dust here?"

What looked to be concern flashed on Cross's face for a moment before he sighed. "They are. But I'll promise you that they won't try anything on you. They'll have to answer to me if they do." With that intimidating note, he went through the door and shut it behind him. I heard the lock click in place immediately and I flopped onto the bed.

I couldn't believe this. Kidnapped once again. But instead of being in a cell and being treated like garbage this was the opposite. It was throwing me in for a loop. What was Cross's plan here? Was he hoping to make me comfortable so I would share information? Fat chance. I wasn't going to give him anything important at all.

My stomach growled even louder than before, curse my human physiology. I sat up to look longingly at the food on the tray Cross had brought in. It all looked so good and smelled even greater... I doubt it was poisoned. If Cross wanted to kill me he would've already instead of relying on poison. 

I sighed and walked over to pick up the tray and bring it to the bed. All of the food looked like it was freshly made and definitely homecooked. I brought the first piece hesitantly to my mouth and took a small bite. It tasted... delicious. And not like poison (though I'm not sure if that had a distinguishable taste).

I couldn't help myself and dug into the food. Every single bite was fantastic. It was nothing like the slop they called food when I was under Nightmare's hold. Thinking about Night made my heart lurch. I wondered if he was alright... I have no idea why he collapsed like that. Was that Cross's doing somehow? But then he wouldn't of looked concerned like that... Why had he looked concerned??

I lost my appetite and sat the tray onto my bedside table and just thought for a while. I hoped Ink was doing alright with me gone. After being apart from him for 5 years I had never wanted to leave him again. Unfortunately things just can't go my way for once. Luckily, I knew a way that would hopefully let him know I was safe at least.

I glanced at the door before letting my SOUL come out of my body. It seemed dimmer than usual, perhaps mimicking my own state of mind right now. I sucked in a breath as I brushed along the glitchy side of it, feeling a shiver course through me. I really hoped that would work. It technically wasn't using magic so the magic seal on this place shouldn't block the signal I just sent to Error. I know Error wouldn't be able to find where I was and make a portal, but it still will be comforting to them that I'm okay.

It wasn't long before I felt myself suddenly glitch uncontrollably and feel another shudder go through my body. That has to mean Error got my message and sent one back. That was a relief... It wasn't direct communication but it was something.

I leaned back on the bed and just watched my SOUL float around. I was going to be here for a while...

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