Cross wants to leave.
He needs to leave; he wants to go somewhere, anywhere, but here. Creators above, he cannot handle being in this place right now. (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙡ace 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙙 done wrong, not in the 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩)
And so he left to get some fresh air. ̶𝙩̶̶𝙤̶ ̶𝙧̶̶𝙪̶̶𝙣̶ ̶𝙖̶̶𝙬̶̶𝙖̶̶𝙮̶ ̶𝙛̶̶𝙧̶̶𝙤̶̶𝙢̶ ̶𝙝̶̶𝙞̶̶𝙨̶ ̶𝙥̶̶𝙧̶̶𝙤̶̶𝙗̶̶𝙡̶̶𝙚̶̶𝙢̶̶𝙨̶ he doesnt think about where to go, he just opens up a portal and runs in it, accidentally trippining on something on his way out. He felt his non-existent breath escape him as he fell to the ground face first. He groaned, Great, now he's got dirt on him; he's dirty now, covered in the filthy things mortals walk on. What could be a worse fate for a god like him?
He flips over on his back and is met with the eyes of void—dark, empty, and unblinking.
“My admin, why are you on the ground? ”
The void—no, what did they go by again? Frisk? Core frisk? Core? Coredelia?
“Coredelia” Cross spoke.
“I usually go by core frisk now, but whatever you say, admin,” they shrugged, “but why are you on the ground? ”They tilted their heads. “Did your cover get blown? ”They offered their small hand.
Cross huffs and takes their hand, not actually putting any weight on it as he sits up. “Of course not,” he blinked, “I never told you about that.”
“I am omnipotent.”
“What? ”He looked at them, perplexed. “I don't remember making that.” He stood up and grimaced at the dirt in his clothes.
“You didn't, admin; the void god did,” they tilt their heads. “I thought you would have known.”
“I…” he freezes, and this, this is yet again another example of how negligent he has been; he doesn't know whats happening anymore; hes supposed to be looking after this world, but he let horrortale get so bad without his knowledge, and now a god, whos below him in power and title somehow, SOMEHOW managed to give away omnipotence, FREAKING OMNIPOTENCE without his knowledge!
Creators above, he has fallen from grace.
He groans and pulls his legs to his chest. For a moment, he wants to go back to Xtale, back to the blank space where he can do as he wants without consequences, sit back and wait lazily until the... and, oh, that train of thought just proves how negligent and lazy he is.
And isn't that a scary thought? The fact that, despite being an admin and being created by the server owner themselves, the main trait of a sans, being lazy, is still in his bones.
“Admin cross? ”Core spoke up.
He flinched. Oh great, now he just looks pathetic in front of this mortal. Immortal? Ah, whatever, he needs to put himself together. "Coredelia,” he said flatly, and he got up on his feet. He pats away the grass from his shorts but still can't shake the feeling of filth and wrongness. Oh well, at least it's not as bad as the first time. (He swears he can still feel the blood, dirt, and goop from the first fight clinging to his bones.)
“You look awful.”
Cros groans, “Ever so blunt, aren't you? Haven't changed even after falling through the void. Don't you know it's disrespectful to insult your superiors? ”He spat.
Core shrugged. “I was merely describing, not insulting.” A small smile tugged on their lips. “I didn't think that a simple sight of tragedy would render you emotionally weak.”
Cross’s brow furrowed, and he opened his mouth to snap at them, but then, “huh? ”His eyes widened. “d-did... did you see?” he asked, taking a sharp breath. “Did you see? ...horrortale? ”
A small frown replaces the smile on the core's face. “Unfortunately, I see all things, even those I'm not supposed to see,” they sigh. “I didn't mean to see you in your vulnerability.”
Core saw, core saw, and core knew that it bothered him. b̶̶o̶̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶̶e̶̶d̶ ̶i̶̶s̶ ̶a̶̶n̶ ̶u̶̶n̶̶d̶̶e̶̶r̶̶s̶̶t̶̶a̶̶t̶̶e̶ ̶m̶̶e̶̶n̶̶t̶, ̶i̶̶t̶ ̶s̶̶h̶̶o̶̶o̶̶k̶ ̶h̶̶i̶̶m̶, ̶s̶̶h̶̶o̶̶o̶̶k̶ ̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ ̶e̶̶n̶̶t̶̶i̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶b̶̶o̶̶d̶̶y̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ ̶s̶̶o̶̶u̶̶l̶ ̶b̶̶u̶̶t̶ ̶h̶̶e̶ ̶d̶̶o̶̶e̶̶s̶̶n̶̶t̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶n̶̶n̶̶a̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶i̶̶n̶̶k̶ ̶a̶̶b̶̶o̶̶u̶̶t̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶a̶̶t̶, ̶d̶̶o̶̶e̶̶s̶̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶n̶̶n̶̶a̶ ̶a̶̶d̶̶m̶̶i̶̶t̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶e̶ ̶d̶̶a̶̶m̶̶a̶̶g̶̶e̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶s̶̶e̶̶e̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶h̶̶e̶ ̶c̶̶o̶̶n̶̶s̶̶e̶̶q̶̶u̶̶e̶̶n̶̶c̶̶e̶̶s̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶h̶̶i̶̶s̶ ̶a̶̶c̶̶t̶̶i̶̶o̶̶n̶̶s̶ ̶h̶̶a̶̶s̶ ̶d̶̶o̶̶n̶̶e̶ ̶t̶̶o̶ ̶̶h̶̶i̶̶m̶. What was he supposed to do now? He could always turn back, go back to Xtale, sleep for a thousand, maybe more years, but thats what caused this in the first place: negligence. He cant, he shouldnt, hes the admin, he cant keep running away from his problems, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙟𝙤𝙗 𝙄𝙎 𝙩𝙤 𝙁𝙄𝙓 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙨 but who even knows the extent of problems he needs to fix? Let alone the problems he most likely caused without knowing??? How was he supposed to fix things when he didn't even know where to start? Oh, creators above, what is he supposed to do?
A tug on his shirt interrupts his train of thought. He looks down at ̶𝙩̶̶𝙝̶̶𝙚̶ ̶𝙘̶̶𝙝̶̶𝙞̶̶𝙡̶̶𝙙̶? Core, who has empty eyes, is looking up at him.
“Admin?”
And Cross realizes that Core has essentially been looking after the multiverse during his absence, despite not being a moderator. Core, who takes in strays from ruined and destroyed universes; Core, who is omnipotent and has seen everything that has happened and is happening.
Core, or Coredelia, as he likes to call them, is staring up at him with concern on their child-like features.
And Cross realizes that Core can help.
It's a hard realization, a harsh truth to swallow. Its hard to accept that he needs help in fixing his own messes, its hard to accept that a lesser being,̶a̶ ̶d̶̶e̶̶i̶̶t̶̶y̶? ̶c̶̶r̶̶o̶̶s̶̶s̶ ̶d̶̶o̶̶e̶̶s̶̶n̶̶t̶ ̶e̶̶v̶̶e̶̶n̶ ̶k̶̶n̶̶o̶̶w̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶y̶̶m̶̶o̶̶r̶̶e̶, knows more about the happenings than he does.
But he has to, he has to accept it, he has to know his mistakes so he can fix them. If the server owner was watching right now, they would be very disappointed, and he doesnt want to disappoint them even more.
He needs to fix this.
Its time to work
"Core,” he squats down to meet their eye level. “I need your help.”
Book summary so far:
Cross: I'm bored. I'm going to cause some problems in the universe.
one trip to Horror Tale later
Cross: Oh, creators above, there are SO MANY problems. How am I going to fix this???
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Sorry for the wait, school is being mean. Like seriously, 2weeks into the school year and there already 4 BIG, IMPORTANT projects!
-Lunaria
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