You and Cross are enemies and the two of you both agreed that you wouldn’t help each other unless it was a life or death situation. You aren’t that evil!

Unfortunately for Cross, XGaster forced him to do something he hated… protecting you. So that’s how Cross ended up at the front of your door in his armor.

“Not. A. Word. I’m forced to be your guard. Blame Gaster, not me. Now let me in.”

Cross said in a sour voice, crossing his arms and looking away. The armor making a clunking noise as he does so.