X (A Crossmare story)

[DISCONTINUED. May rewrite this if anyone is interested.]

Cross is a 15 year old skeleton living in small village. Cross isn't his actual name, but no one in the village knows their own name, much less anyone else's, and so they name themselves. Almost everything is black and white in his world, there is no colour, with the exeption of purple, red and rarely, gold. Cross doesn't know he's 15, no one knows anything about time, other than that it exists, and that seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years are passing by. They can't even tell you where they're loacated.

And the worst thing about it is they can't do anything about it.

On top of that, Cross has to deal with the annoying ghost of his adoptive brother, Xara, who's soul is sealed inside of him. If he told anyone, they wouldn't believe him for a millisecond, so he ignores him. Xara tries hard to get him to stop, even going as far as screaming, but it's no use. Cross even feels bad, but he can't do much about it.

But what happens when a monster from another universe gives his world a visit?
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In other words, I present the world's worst Crossmare fanfic ever.