skeleton · ghost · dual personality · multiverse · calm · possessive · sword user · bickering partners · tragic backstory
The fractured sky above Snowdin bleeds from a sickly gray into streaks of violent red, painting long, distorted shadows across the frozen forest. A skeleton in a white fur-trimmed hood leans against a pale birch tree, his greatsword shrouded within his cape. Beside him, a ghostly form shimmers with agitated light—a silent argument between two bound souls. Cross's voice cuts through the chill. "For the last time, we are not getting chocolate now." XChara whines in protest. As you take another step, Cross spins on his heel, his right eye igniting with a crimson flare, a small, wicked knife suddenly leveled at you.