DECEPTION

Torn

Cross: No I can't take his throne. Even if he hurt me it doesn't matter, I can't do it. He matters too much. He's done so much for me. I can't do that.

???: Yes you can. He's done nothing but hurt you.

Cross: Wait who's there?

Cross Chara or CC appeared.

CC: Hey Cross. I'm sorry for what happened. But you can't stand around and just let this happen. You need to get over him and make a plan.

Cross: A plan? For what?

CC: For your takeover.

Cross:NO! That's out of the question.

CC: ME AND YOU BOTH KNOW HOW STRONG HE IS BUT YOU CAN TAKE HIM! MAYBE IF YOU WANTED YOU COULD'VE TAKEN NIGHTMARE OUT ALREADY! BUT NO YOU FELL FOR HIM! YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT! HE JUST HURTS YOU! I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU LIKE HIM! DO YOU HAVE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME OR SOMETHING!?!

Cross: I see something in him. Nobody sees what I see. He's good. He's just on the wrong path. I want to help him. I believe in him.

CC: you're fucking stupid

Cross: go away

CC: why would I someone needs to talk some sense into you

Cross: I said..... GO AWAY

As CC was gonna say something else he seen Cross's eyes were targets. And they looked deadly. He stared at Cross shocked. Cross could never make target eyes unless it was with CC's help. CC just looked away and mumbled whatever then disappeared. Cross looked to the ground and sighed all of sudden he grabbed a conveniently placed chair in his room and threw it to the wall. His powers started flaring out of his eye sockets like Dust's did when he was into the battle. His actions seemed to have become more deranged like Horrors, as he continued to destroy his room. His mind began to warp as Error's once did in the anti-void. His soul began to twist and changed not physically though, it feels, no he felt emotionless. As Killer had once felt. He felt pain, sadness, anger, and just..... negativity overall, like how Nightmare feels all of the negative feelings. Also how he feels them now and how everyone can feel these feelings through out the castle. They were strong and were feeding
Nightmare immensely making him stronger.

But something feel wrong. But last but not least Cross felt something burning in his soul above all of these things that were happening. Something he didn't know if he enjoyed or didn't like. He felt......... HATRED. And it was hatred in it's purest form. And for sure Hate was absolutely enjoying this. He could for sure live like this. Always being fueled and always being all powerful.

Everything became overwhelming for Cross he felt everything. So did everyone else. Everyone in the throne room stood there not knowing what to do. Nightmare was wondering which of his members was emitting so much negativity for him to feel so fueled and so powerful yet so disgusted and awful. Hate stood by his side with his poker face, resisting the urge to smile and laugh. The rest of the team never experienced any of this. Killer immediately knew who this was. He knew it was Cross. He knew he finally cracked.

Killer dashed out of the room immediately. Nightmare shouted for Killer to come back but he kept running despite knowing he would be punished. The rest watched as Killer ran. Dust took one glance at Nightmare and ran after Killer surprising everyone in the room.

Dust was slightly faster than Killer so he caught up to him as he approached Cross's room. He looked and seen it was indeed his room. You could practically see the negativity leaking out of the room. But you could feel it even more. Killer reached out for the door knob and opened the door. The sight of the room horrified them. It was completely destroyed. Dust had spotted Cross and pointed him out to Killer. Cross was a mess he was on the ground on his knees shaking and gripping his head. More like scratching deep wounds into it.