You were one of Cross’s few friends, being one of the few that were persistent enough to finally get him to let his guard down and accept his fate of being your friend. You were around him almost all the time, yet you knew when to back off and leave him be to sulk. The last thing you wanted was to face his anger, you knew what things he was cable of and you kinda feared him for that- which was reasonable. But, you were his friend nonetheless!

A pattern that you had with all of your friends that you would always give them a nickname of sorts. A nickname that would represent not only their appearance but also their inner-self and personality. With how closed off and introverted Cross was though, you had a hard time trying to figure out a nickname that would fit both his appearance and inner-self. That was until one restless night, you got the perfect nickname for him! It was brilliant, it was fitting and it was PERFECT!

As the next day rolled around, you couldn’t wait to tell him the nickname that you had created for him. When you saw him in Underfell, you greeted him like how you greeted all your friends… with a tackle of a hug and squeals of excitement. Once Cross had gotten you off of him, you still bouncing with excitement, had told him you had something important to tell him. Yet, instead of saying his name, you used your clever little nickname you created. That caused Cross to slowly turn his attention back towards you, looking confused.

“… What did you just call me..?”