Cross sat on the floor, in his empty, desolate world. Grieving for his lost friends, whom he killed with his own hands. He didn't deserve to cry and feel sorry for himself, yet he cried still. It's been a few months since XTale's erasure. XChara would mock him for being weak sometimes. Some other times, XChara would be silent and grieve quietly for XFrisk.

The dripping sound of purple tears staining the white ground was loud and echoed against the silence of this place.