Depression... A Sansest Story.

Final- part 1

Before he knew what was happening, something, or someone, picked him up, which hurt like hell, and ran somewhere. He could hear fading voices, and the urge to let go...

was just so welcoming. 

He could feel something go over his mouth, and someone whisper, "Fall sheep." 

Cross blinked once, looking at the fading image of what he assumed was Fell(Haha! You didn't think of that, did cha?!), and smiled, finally closing his eyes.

Sci sighed, looking sadly at the sleeping skeleton, Dream, and Ink bending over him and trying to heal the gap in his chest. The last thing DS Dream could do to make Nightmare lose was harming the one he loves...

"Sci? Are you okay?" Fell asked, raising a hand and putting it on the nerdy skeleton's shoulder, which made the smaller sigh. "Cross almost died, but why does he look so peaceful?" Fell glanced at the skeleton, his eyesockets raising slightly.

There were so many slight cracks and the eyes look so sunken, but the calmness on Cross' face was just unnerving. It was almost like he let Reaper reap him, no hesitation or fighting back visible.

But cross wasn't dead, he couldn't be. Sure, his skull was kinda gone, due to him actually dusting slightly, but still. 

"Please... Cross... Come back..." Dream whispered, tears streaming down his face. Killer was right next to him, rubbing his back in circular motions, trying to calm him down. Killer killed 79 people today...

Error was trying to sew up Cross' sort of healed chest after Dream and Ink finished healing, no words spoken between any of them.

Nightmare was in the corner, clutching his chest and breathing heavily, eyes never leaving the oreo in front of him. Dust and Blue were trying to talk to him, but he zoned them out. He had to think.

Cross had almost died, and this impacted him more than anything. If Cross really died, he couldn't be able to apologize, or at least hear that annoying nickname again. It almost made him cry at that, remembering the actually calm memories with him. 

He could see everyone in the room together, talking with quiet voices, together... 

It pained him, knowing how bad he was, and how much he would suffer for it. He never knew Cross was going to do this, and even then, he was alone. He was at least decent enough to admit he liked cross, even if that was really hidden down.

Blue and Dust were at least happy, Blue having some sort of problem. Nightmare knew he was thinking dark things, but eh. Dust has him now, and the happiness in that cinnamon bun has gone up.

Ink has Error, even though they're complete opposites. Ink had some eating disorder, but of course, Error had to help him with that. so, happiness.

Killer has Dream, even if they aren't together. Nightmare doesn't normally ship people, but those two are like two clingy gluesticks. The annoyance is perfect for each other.

Everyone was so fucking happy, even when Cross was about to die... 

Nightmare growled, scaring Dust and Blue. "Boss?" The evil skeleton asked, waving a hand in front of Nightmare's face, getting his attention. "What."

"Are you okay?" Blue asked, taking a step back from the intense glare from the king of Nightmares.

"Cr0ss w1ll b3 f1n3, d0n't w0rry." Error spoke up, sewing up the last piece in Cross and turning away from the sleeping skeleton, who looked peaceful enough. Nightmare's chest seemed to unstiffen, as he pushed past everyone to get to Cross, sitting where Ink sat moments prior.