Heya! Idk if any of you read this before the actual chapter but I wanted to do it anyways lol
Just wanted to say that your comments and votes means a lot to me!
And concerning Fell sans...
Well lets just say, hes not gone for good I have plans for him 😏😙
Anyways thats it! Hope you guys enjoy!
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Cross's POV
I have come to the conclusion that for the time being...
I need to calm myself, and maybe even try to...relax a bit
Ugh, just the thought of it makes me fricken cringe!
It pains me to go against my every morals but stressing and worrying like i have so far has proven to be excessive and bringing me nothing but troubles
For Stars sakes!
I'm sitting on a couch surrounded by pirates and murderers with heavily bandaged hands and a very pissed Geno glaring at me from the other side of the fire pit
I was careless and ended up bringing the attention I have been so careful to avoid straight back to myself!
Even worst now! Killer and Dust won't let it go, even after Horror told them..
Well more like forced them with one of the most terrifying glares I've ever seen
If it wasn't for Geno's life threatening staring right now, I would go as far as to say that it challenges Nightmare's
The frustration that was boiling in me eventually faded into desperation
I'm not saying I should let down my guard but I need to keep my emotions in check...
My emotions, heh
Easier said then done, isn't it...
I can't keep getting myself into these situations tho, I mean, how hard can it be?
Right?
"Hey Sparky, tell me something would ya?" Asked a very relaxed Killer while shoving a mug into my face, successfully dragging me out of my thoughts
"Wha?" I ask as I mentally slap myself in the face for letting him find new nicknames for every damn stupid thing I do
Killer plopped down next to me on the springy velvet cushions with a satisfied sigh, somehow melting more into the couch, holding a mug full of mousse and ale like it was a precious tresor
Huh how ironic
Dust was sitting on my other side, his eyes were fixed on the golden flames, as if he was watching them dance with a bored expression. His fingers lightly taping his knee as his head hung lowly, held up by his arm, leaning more and more against the couch's arm rest
Horror was passed out, sitting straight on the soft sand, leaning back against a huge log with his arms crossed as his chest lifted peacefully with each breath. His head was resting backwards on Lust's lap who was gently petting his skull in little circular motions, as if to sooth a nasty headache.
Now that I think about, would make sense since the idiots got himself one nasty hole in his skull, pfft
Next to them was a small skeleton I haven't really met yet, if I remember right from one of Killer's rants, his name is Sci. Not sure what his role here is but I've seen him clean a lot, maybe he's maintenance? Eh, can't really bring myself to care much, he doesn't seem like someone I should worry about.
