Time is finite, a delicate structure that always managed to stump Cross. It was harder on the days off Nightmare offered.
The monochrome skeleton was experiencing that familiar itch to get up and do something, to occupy his mind with physical exertion, perhaps.
There was never any downside to devoting himself to training until he dropped, and today was feeling like one of those days.
Yet, his mind wandered to an impasse, contemplating sitting back with some old manga...He always hated choice.
He’s attention was stolen from him as he noticed another sans. One he hadn’t seen before, you’d peaked his interest.
Cross was known to hop through AU’s but he never suspected that someone else would be doing it as well. you definitely didn’t look like you were from this AU.
Just who the hell were you?