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Checking up on a fluffy boy

"I personally think he already misses him." Dust was the one speaking, looking up at all of them with a unreadable gaze. "That's just my guess."
Nightmare noticed something simply, his eye socket narrowing in scrutiny. "Wait-.... 1, 2, 3.... Where's Cross?" Nightmare asked the group, not too concerned but still a bit worried.
Killer sighed and stood, But Dust interrupted him, standing up and putting a hand on his frenemies shoulder. "He might be injured, and you're not known for being gentle, Killer. So I'll go find him." Dust spoke calmly, holding his cigarette in his free hand.
Nightmare nodded. "Thank you, Dust, I'm hoping he isn't too beat up." Nightmare said simply, his arms crossed as he looked off to the side.

Dust nodded and began walking through the main hall, looking for where he had seen Cross last, which had been in the training room where Nightmare had taken him to fight Dream. He walked slowly down the stairs to the cellar, the silence scaring him slightly. He huffed a bit of smoke out of his mouth as he explored the place.

Dust made the turn into the observation room silently, finding a very passed out Cross cold in a broken bit of wall. He sighed as he walked over to where Cross was lying and shook him slightly, careful to make sure he didn't hurt the smaller skeleton.
Cross opened his eye sockets gently after a few good shakes from Dust's hand, the monochrome fellow rubbing the side of his skull slowly. "O-ow... How long was I out for..?" Cross asked drowsily, he had the worst migraine imaginable, and it didn't help that his spine felt like death himself had hit it.
Oh wait- he did.
"Maybe half an hour?" Dust suggested quietly, motioning his hand forward for Cross to grab as support to get up. Dust held his cigarette in his free hand as he examined the skeleton below him for injuries.
With his sleeveless sweater, Dust could see Cross' arms and ankles below his basketball shorts, he seemed unharmed besides the large crack on the back of his skull and a few minor scratches, though that was only what the dusty skeleton could see.

Cross grasped Dust's hand tightly and stood up shakily, being a bit shorter than the hooded skeleton in front of him. The monochrome took a second to gain his balance as the world seemed dizzy around him. "Thanks, dude, did we get the intruders?" Cross asked him, tilting his head as he looked around himself at all the broken glass under his shoes, taking note not to fall over.
Dust shook his head calmly as he placed his cigarette back into his teeth. "Can you walk?" Dust asked with his usual monotony, though curiosity peaked at the edges of his words like a neat border. The tired skeleton offered his arm as support to his teammate, careful and calm in his movements.
Cross shook his head in a yes confidently but not overly so. "I'm alright to walk, just a little headache is all." Cross scoffed a bit, his laugh was soft, even if he tried to make it dark and stoic, the knight wasn't as old as the other skeletons he worked with, but he wasn't too far off.
Dust's eye sockets narrowed and his brows raised in a lingering sass. "Are you sure? If it's a concussion then you should be careful. If you get light headed, tell me since we have to take  ✨️stairs✨️" Dust said with little jazz hands, his eye lights tired but amused.
Cross rolled his eye lights playfully as he put pressure on the side of his head where it hurt. "I'll be fine, I've suffered worse." Cross said simply as he began to walk towards the stairs, careful and slow, picking up pace as he got more confident that he won't trip.
"Just making sure you don't die, Boss man would literally kill me." Dust joked quietly as they began walking back down the stairs, him eyeing Cross to make sure he wasn't going to fall. Dust stuck his hands in his jacket pockets, fumbling about for his cards through the random junk and dust build up in there.
Cross seemed to tense up at the mention of his boss, Cross didn't complete his task properly, what would the king think of him for failing?
'Oh no, oh querido, oh Dios mío-'

After a few solid moments of silence only broken by the sounds of Dust's card tricks, moving the cards in a fluid motion from hand to hand, Dust spoke with a simple question, not stopping his little party tricks. "How much do you know happened before you blacked out?"
Cross stepped off the last step of the stairs, his step letting out a loud click of his boots on the concrete floor. "Near everything if you are good with reminding me." Cross said as he looked forward down the hall.
"So, you know Error's here?" Dust asked quickly, trying to clarify as he jumped the last two steps, his steps much heavier than the lightweight knight who walked a little ahead of him.
Cross looked surprised, looking to Dust quickly. "Really-?? I didn't think him of all monsters would be here, especially since boss and him dislike each other so much. At least- I think they do?" Cross mumbled the last part to himself as he walked down the hallway of cellars, his gaze curious through his narrowed, stoic eye sockets.

"I don't know anymore man." Dust said, shrugging in an exaggerated way. "We can always go talk to Error if you wanna." He suggested simply as his cards flipped from one hand held high into his other hand as one neat deck. Cross would've called it magic if he hadn't known any better.
Cross scoffed, snickering slightly at the thought. "Eh, what would there be to talk about? 'Hey, can you like, not try and kill us? Tank youssssss-'" Cross laughed a bit at his imitation as they started walking up the other spiral of stairs to the base floor. It seemed his headache was going away for the time being.
Dust sighed, "I'm just sayingggg. Sounds like he might be having a rough time, I guess even the destroyer of worlds has feelings." He laughed slightly, his laugh rough and abused of smoking echoed in it's fakeness in the face of reality. Dust didn't really care much if the little knight wanted to help the murderer, he was just curious of the boss' motives. The dusty skeleton thought about it as he slipped his deck of cards into their case before sliding them into his pocket, right next to his lighter. He took his cigarette and stomped it out on the concrete floor before following the knight up.

"Hey, boss?" Killer started up conversation casually, He was quiet for a moment before continuing. "Do you have some, big plan for Error? Because ya know, it sounds like he's not doing great from what we overheard about y'alls fight." KIller shrugged slightly.
Nightmare looked down at the wood floor below him. "I don't really have a specific plan, but the negativity that is coming from Reaper and Ink is immense, I still feel only positivity from my brother though. They think Error's dead." Nightmare said simply, even if his brother's feelings confused him. "In addition, Error is strong, we'll be able to use his abilities." Nightmare continued, closing his eye socket simply, thinking a bit more on the matter, however not elaborating.

"That's fair." Killer said, throwing his knife into the air once again, catching it. "So what are we doing next? Still going after the star boys?"
Nightmare lingered on the thought. "We'll leave them be for now, in addition, the star trio hasn't been a three way crew for around Seven years at this point, Blue disappeared, as I hope you can recall." Nightmare jogged the crews' memory as he thought about it. "What do we call them now then?" He mumbled a bit to himself as he ran through potential names for them, looking away and putting a hand to his chin.
"It's really just Dream and Ink. And I guess that one dude who was here and had like a full blown mental breakdown but-.." Killer trailed off and stayed quiet, thinking for a moment.
Nightmare tilted his head slightly to his worker beside him, something twanging in his soul at the usually loud fellow being quiet. "Is-... Something the matter, Killer?" He spoke in his formally royal voice, attempting to hide his concern, but still asking a question that showed it like the feeling was on a pedestal.

Before Killer could answer his king, specifically about to tease him for caring, a fellow friend appeared, along with Killer's dusty nemesis.
Cross made it up the stairs swiftly and looked to Nightmare, Killer, and Horror, his gaze brightening a bit at them being alright. "Hey." Cross avoided eye contact with Nightmare as he greeted slowly. Even if he sounded pretty chill, he was terrified, he had failed to do this one task for Nightmare, one simple task anyone could do! Cross really just hoped Nightmare wouldn't be mad with him.
"Found him." Dust said, moving to sit on the floor by Killer's chair again, right beside the mostly silent Horror, Vibing. "He's not dead just said he has a killer headache."
Horror seemed to hold in laughter at the, presumably, unintentional pun, letting out a snort.
Cross walked to where Horror was, sitting down by him for the comfort of one of his closer friends.

Maybe Error would be a nice addition to their crew, and perhaps everything was going to work out in the end.