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Child Killer, Horror, Dust and Night. Being looked after by Cross for that moment!
Angst - 💔
Fluff - ☁️
No ships

Warning:
Mentions of self harm, please be cautions if you are triggered easily or don't read this chapter there are many fun stories out there, (not just mine but others aswell!!) Just beware.
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Cross stares as his friends and Boss, which were all children. They were all at different ages; Dust was the oldest at 13, Horror was the youngest at 6, Killer was 8 and Nightmare was 12. They all looked terrified, specifically Passive Nightmare.

"Heyo?" Cross says, giving a little wave to the children as Killer gives a small wave back, "what's going on?"

Dust stares at him, "what do you mean... why are you older? I thought you were 7..."

Cross kneels down, Killer walking over to him and tapping his shoulder to see if he was real, "am I supposed to be a child?"

"Your mask looks so cool! I've never seen you without your hood!" Killer smiles, placing his hand on Cross's skull and the outside of his mask. He pulls against it and it falls around Cross's neck like a buff.

His right cheek had a bright red scar across it, surprising the children, "it's just a battle scar." Cross smiles, Night looked even more scared than before.

"Battlescars..." Dust murmurs, looking down then glancing around, "brother! You know what that's about?"

Cross stares at Dust, his Dust never talked so openly about his brother but he does talk to himself yet it is normally whispering. Dust nods before turning back to the other, shrugging at them.

"You must be from another multiverse, maybe something happened with the codes?" Cross says, Killer quickly gripped against Cross' fluffy jacket.

"Even more fluffy then Cross'!!" Killer screeches into Cross' ear, Cross chuckles and gives Killer a big hug. Killer gives a relaxed noise and grips onto Cross' fluffy hood.

"Multiverse?" Horror questions, sitting down near Cross and stroking his fluff.

Cross smiles and nods, "I don't think I am your Cross, could you tell me more about you all?"

"I'm Killer!" Killer squeaks, a smily face spread across his persona. Cross nods lightly.

Dust puts his hands in his pockets, "killer he knows our names." Killer hums harshly, childishly crossing his arms.

"That's alright, I'm Cross as you know." Cross smiles, holding an arm out to Horror and the others.

Horror fell into his arms, sighing lightly. "I'm Horror... I like eating meat." Cross looked at Horror with mild surprise.

"That's nice." Cross sighs, picking up the small child and holding them comfortably in his arms. "My Horror doesn't enjoy food, Killer you aren't as vocal or excited and Nightmare... why are you so shy?" He holds a hand out to Nightmare and Dust, who glanced at the other then Dust stepped closer.

Nightmare stood there, pulling his arms into a crossed position. "I don't know you much, you're not similar to Cross."

"That's alright, are you all hungry?" Cross asks, placing a hand on Dust's head and putting Horror on his shoulder. "Hold on." He told Horror who wrapped his hands on Cross' skull.

Killer cuddled into Cross' leg, "I'm hungry!! Let's go eat!" Killer had sharp little fingers, it was strange but rather painful.

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The children were very calm, they ate with care and were actually a lot more respectful then the normal versions of them.

Yet, Nightmare was more nervous than the others. He always sunk back with a question, not standing his ground.