Cross was now his old self. His body covered in weapons. Blood dripping from his lip as he bit them hard trying not to cry due to the pain. Many people knew cross, those people died within a few days. Cross kept to himself now all he needed was himself.

"You really needed me cross, you were turning into a complete softy" "shut it kid, I thought you were gone, had no choice other than to become a nice person" cross chuckled as he sipped on his wine. "Exquisite" he thought as he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to find a very worried dream looking up at him. "Cross you haven't been showing up to school, you're failing badly" cross rolled his eyes. "Listen I don't care okay, on sad suckers go to school thinking that their hopes and DREAMS will become reality, but guess what they ain't!" Dream stared at cross in disbelief. He felt as if tears pricked the ends of his eyes. He walked off as cross slammed the door shut. "Hah! You were almost BFF's with that sad excuse for a person!" "Yeah almost friends" 

Dream ran home crying. He burst through the front door. Nightmare looked at his younger brother with worry. "Dream what's wrong!" "C-cross said dreams are for losers" nightmare kept a straight face as he sat dream on the sofa, opened the front door walked out, and knocked on cross's front door.

"Who is it now!" Cross hissed as he opened the door. Cross blushed as he was met with a pale face. "What do you want" nightmare didn't answer he only looked at cross. His right eye covered by his hair. Leaving his left to stare straight at cross. He was about to slam the door when a foot stopped the door from closing. "Here" nightmare handed cross the charm he had worn. Cross looked at the silver knife and smirked. "Things like you is why guys like me exist, so don't come crying to me when it ends up like a battle field" nightmare said nothing as he walked home. Cross watched as he walked of. Like if his old self was becoming attached to night. As if he could still have good in him. Cross shook his head as he chugged down four bottles of wine. He cried for no particular reason. "Cross stop fucking crying it makes you look like a little bitch!" Cross nodded as he wiped off his tears. "Thanks I needed that" cross looked at himself in the mirror. His hair shinning silver his eyes mismatched. His face dead cold. "Ah it's good to be me again".

After looking at cross nightmare sensed a hole in his heart. His body felt cold or was it his a/c. He didn't know anymore. Tears fell down his face. Anger filled his body. He rampaged ruining his entire room. Leaving everything broken like himself. He smirked as the dark goo covered his body. His eyes not even considered eyes anymore. A wide smirk covered his face.

"Cross better watch your back"