"Cross, you okay?"

"Yeah."

They were bored. Cross had just been sitting there the entire time, thinking about what to do with XGaster. He knew who he was. That's why he was here. And it was worse now that he had friends, because he knew he would use that against him too. 

He knew Error's haphephobia had something to do with XGaster, he just knew it. He had finally been improving, but a week later of not seeing him, he comes back more terrified and traumatized than ever. Ink was the only one he was willing to be near.

"Well, if there's something that's bothering you, you can talk to us about it, okay?" Cross nodded. Nightmare was weird. He was always covered in some weird goop that somehow never stuck to his clothes. He never talked much unless specifically asked to, and despite saying he hated Dream, he saw him talking to him before. But Nightmare doesn't need to know that. 

Cross was worried. He never liked dragging other people into this mess of a life he led. But noooo, he let himself get attached to these people. And by doing so, he unintentionally involved them in this. Cross would never forgive himself if they got hurt because of that.

He would do anything to stop him. But he knows he can't do this alone. But would the others be willing to lend him a hand?