Misery Loves Company

Success (Read after 'that time that cross asked you out')

You growl in quiet frustration as you roll up your sleeves. You love sleeve-slapping people, but now was not the time nor the place.

You punch the butler in the face again, the first having been soft due to the oversized sweater of the bird bastard. This time, he falls back, eyes rolling back into his head as he passes out. You manage to catch him and lower him to the ground before he crashes down.

You don’t bother hiding his unconscious body before pushing open the large doors that lead into the throne room, which also held the exit out of the palace. You hum, looking it over carefully, noticing it to be empty.

Your sockets narrow, the glow of your purple eyelights dimming slightly as you observe the room.

Suspicious...

What do they take you for, an idiot?!

You roll up the other sleeve and roll up your pant legs, assuming a running stance.

Then with a push of your left foot, you speed forward, fast in your small body. It also helped to not have your corruption weigh you down. You're pushing the large doors open in a mere second, leaning all your weight against them.

You hear a hum not too far behind you and you falter, the doors sliding shut. Your sockets grow wide as you push harder. The tapping of boots ringing out behind you, growing closer with each passing second.

You clench your teeth together and press harder, the door finally sliding open enough for you to fit through. You pop through the small parting as the beat of wings sound out. You don’t look back as you push servants out of your way, heading for the thicket not far.

You nearly stop seeing a skull that matches your own peeping out from the greenery but merely push on, as wings thump behind you. Suddenly your ulna is gripped, the broken one and you let out a loud curse, tears welling up in your sockets.

You rip your arm from the grip hearing another sickening crack accompanied by your own screech. Tears stream down your cheeks as the voice of the villagers ring out in your mind, ‘Weak!’ they say, but you shake your head and keep running, doing your best to ignore the fiery throbbing in your left arm.

Stars, it hurts so bad...

You hear an almost fond sigh from behind you as you finally tumble into the thick brush. You tremble as you stand, wiping away your tears. You look up, seeing a face similar to your own. Round, purple, with the slightest mix of cyan in his left eyelight. Your face goes blank, this was an alternate you.

He quickly grabs your right arm and pulls you, running away from the castle. You are fueled by the confusion and dismay that radiates from him and run a little faster, though he is still mostly dragging you. You can’t help as your mind makes a note of how fast he is.

You barely have a moment to notice your vision darkening before you’re falling. Shocked shouting ensues, but your thoughts fade into darkness.

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When you wake up, the first thing you do is look. Then you sit up halfway, rather quickly, noticing you’re in an unfamiliar place, but you stop with a pained groan and lay back down. Then everything that happened rushes back to you and you look at your arm, wrapped in bandages, still paper white.

You hum, calming yourself. Everything is okay, you weren’t there, Cross was okay.

You look down, finally giving the weight on your midsection attention. It’s unexpectedly Cross, your Cross, wearing his stupidly layered outfit. He’s sleeping soundly on you, leaning over from the chair he’s seated in. You smile, stroking his skull softly, loving the purr that reverberates from his throat.

He pops up soon after, your hand slipping away as he does so, looking at you in shock. “you-you’re awake!!” he shouts, and you refrain from chuckling, “that i am, cross” you say, gaze soft. You feel like the moment is ruined when others rush in, seeming to be an alternate version of you and the gang.

“shit, you weren’t lying when you said he looks exactly like you, boss” the one who seems to be Killer’s alternate, chimes, chuckling. Your alternate glares at him, you snort quietly turning to Cross. “cross” you mutter, voice demanding his attention but also seeming to get the others’.

“yes, nigh-boss”, he changes how he addresses you in front of these strangers, “report?” you inquire. Cross sits straighter and recounts what he can while you were unconscious. You nod, humming lightly before turning to your alternate, “i would like to thank you for your assistance to me and cross” you say sincerely. The other mutters about how it was no problem with a slight scowl.

The other Killer chuckles, “well, aren’t you cute and proper?, so small” he teases and you nearly gag. Might you mention he looks very similar to your Killer, except for his clothes. You roll your eyelights at him, and stare as the other you begins to smoke a cigarette. “oh wow, you must feel really stressed”, and that's all you say, you only get an eyeroll in return.

Eh, you deserved that. Killer or whatever, keeps trying to get your attention as you soak in the negativity surrounding you, shouldn’t be too much longer now. “boss” Cross calls out to you and you turn your attention to him, “the corruption” he says, gesturing to his right socket and then to yours.

You grin devishly, “i am aware, cross” you state, letting the corruption cover you and make you taller. There are multiple gasps and startled noises at your appearance. “finally, i can make portals now” you announce, standing up from the couch. Your tendrils tear into the code, finding your multiverse and universe.

Cross snorts, drawing your attention, “imagine how panicked dream is right now” he says and you hum, scoffing in amusement right after. “killer better have taken good care of him, else he’ll lose a limb” you warn, a tendril flexing at the thought, you force it to stop. You turn to the startled and surprised group, “i don’t know who your dream thinks i am, but i have never met him before, our multiverse is dreamtale! anomaly, we will aid you if you ever need it” you say before stepping through the portal.

A/N: Yay!!! Give it up for chapter 30!!!! Should I put in more romance now? I mean I’m already planning to, but your guys’ answer will help decide how soon they should confess, and who should initiate the relationship. Though I may draw it out. I’m also planning on a sequel about their children perhaps.