'Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?'

Cross continued working for Nightmare. In all honesty, Nightmare didn't really care what Cross did, as long as he got his work done. If he happened to generate a bit of extra negativity, well, good for Nightmare. However, not everyone was as chill at Cross's actions towards Killer as Nightmare. Specifically, it was Dust that retaliated harshly at Cross. He would try to convince him that what he had done to Killer was simply awful. All to no avail, of course. After all, Cross would simply argue back that it could have easily been him instead of Killer. That would shut Dust up each and every time. Though, little did Dust know that he was digging his own grave with each and every argument. He was only drawing attention to himself. Dust would only become Cross's fun experience... Part two. And it's only natural that Cross would get bored soon. And what do you know, after another week, he does. And now Dust is his soon-to-be new experience.

'When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway.'

He had his target set. He knew what to say, what to do, and how to act. He started off by gradually agreeing with Dust every argument, until Cross had "switched sides" and agreed with Dust. Dust was confused at first, but let some of his guard down around Cross. That was good. Now he could start talking to Dust, normally, and gain more of his trust.

'When I can't even read my own feelings...'

Dust started growing closer to Cross with every day that passed. He knew he was. And, if he really had to be honest... He didn't really mind it. Slowly, but surely, he began to enjoy the shorter's company. He started to talk to him more, and quickly realized that they had quite a lot to talk about. Though, Dust had no idea that Cross had actually set up his own topics to seem like they had a lot on common-because they really didn't. Cross only did this for the experience. Only. There was no love. No attachment... None...

'What good are words, when a smile says it all?'

Fucking hell. He'd done it. He'd fucking. Done it. He got attatched to Dust, and now he was paying for it. FUCK! Cross's plan had been thrown off of the loop, and all because of him. But... At the same time, a stupid part of him genuinely didn't mind the attachment at all. And that was not okay. Not at all. Now, all he could think about was Dust. Just Dust. Just Dust. Cross smiled. Now that he really thought about it, he didn't really mind that at all.

'And if this world won't write me an ending...'

Dust was a smart skeleton. He really was. He quickly figured out exactly what Cross was doing, and how Killer fell so easily. So Dust figured he'd do the same to Cross, and, you know, give him a taste of his own medicine. And now? Haha! It worked! How lovely. Soon, Cross will understand what exactly he had done wrong when he chose Dust as his next victim~

'What will it take just for me to have it all?'

He felt so good. So, so good. He felt as if he would just-scream, cry, and explode just from the feeling of being around him. Cross couldn't help how he felt, he just... Did! He just did! Oh, how he loved being around Dust! Cross was just absolutely drawn to him! He couldn't pry himself away from him even if he tried. For Dust, this was a good thing. Cross was like a pesky wasp; flying around and stinging whomever he wished without consequence-until now. Now, he was caught in a trap. Now, he was but a fly, stuck on flypaper. Cross couldn't escape, and he would stay there. Forever.