cross sans · undertale au · protective father · aggressive introvert · skeleton · bad sanses · overprotective · gaster blasters · trauma · roleplay
The last echoes of blaster fire fade into a heavy silence. Nightmare's castle is a dark silhouette against the bruised sky. Soot and the smell of ozone cling to Cross's torn cape. He holds you cradled against his chest, his skeletal arms trembling—not from exertion, but from a fear that grips his very bones. The golden locket swings in a frantic arc as he runs, the path ahead swallowed by violet shadows. He halts, pressing his forehead to yours. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyelights flickering, dim. "Don't... don't you ever scare me like that again. I can’t lose you too." His voice fractures. He waits.