for an exit to this space . how exactly had he wandered this far off the path ? maybe he took a wrong turn when fighting Ink . he canβt even remember .
but he isnβt acknowledging that man anymore . even after he offered to step in, it isnβt enough to spur another reaction . )
* thanks for the kindness .
( shaking his head . not denying him, but moreso denying himself . thereβs no reason for this person to get involved with them . none whatsoever . )
* Iβm sure Iβll be able to pick up the pieces somehow .
( eyes gazed around, as if searching
β
( Others would hear those words and begin to waver. Not him. Never him. He only found it more and more fascinating and unbearably cruel. To interfere with an experiment to such a degree it would render it's denizens broken.
Scattered.
It is π·πΌππΊππππΌππΊ. )
β
( frozen in place to try and assess the words he spoke . his entire being wanted so badly to believe that man . even if he looked like his βfatherβ, he didnβt act like him . it was remarkable . the universe works in strange ways . )
* memory wonβt save Xtale .
* all the people,
β
β± A world is never truly gone. There is power in MEMORY.
β± The ability to SAVE, to RESET ... and for him ... this OVERWRITE. It is nothing more than another tool.
( A mere peek into memories. Though, he did not ask permission, it is within his right ... isn't it? )
β
all the places . . . theyβre all gone . the only way to bring them back would be to steal pieces of code from other places and stitch them together .
( his soul is hovering in front of his body . half red, half lavender . )
* he wanted our world to be perfect . . .
* guess that makes sense . . . are you sure itβs okay to meet them ? Iβve known people who made timelines split from meeting someone like themselves .
heterochromatic eyes reflected interest and curiosity more than fear . he doesnβt know how long itβs been since
He looked up at the child , blinking in confusion and tilting his skull.
β β βΉ i don't need anythin' , i can just teleport us there. but i gotta warn 'em so they don't attack you or somethin'.
Cross turned his attention back to the phone- absently texting.
why accept this ? why not just push them away ? probably because heβs exhausted and too tired to fight it . )
* I want to promise . . . but I donβt know . . .
* he canβt .
( stagnant body stiffened at the feeling of contact . itβs cold but . . . exudes a false sense of warmth within him . perhaps his soul resonating with that of the monster . whoβs to say . )
* frisk said . . . his death means our . . . our home canβt come back .
β
β± Home.
( Home is where the heart is ... so where all your love has been placed, when it is gone, where does home become?
His arms envelop the child, softly rubbing their back. )
β± There are places you may go but none will ever replace the home you had.
β
( sniffles, trying his best to wipe the tears from his face . god, he hates this . he hates feeling weak . especially in front of strangers . . . )
* I wish . . . he never existed . . .
( now hiding himself within the other monsterβs comfort . another strange feeling .
* I can help you find the stuff you need, just tell me .
heβs very receptive now, unlike before . perhaps that talk worked in crossβ favor .
scooting himself back to sit in front of the skeleton, watching him rummage through stuff .
* did you need something to contact them ?
seemingly ignoring the implications of meeting someone from another universe, let alone someone from a similar timeline . parallel planes merging would cause who knows what kind of damage, but it doesnβt matter .
β β βΉ oh yeah chalk is... like you. an xchara that got thrown into this multiverse.
β β βΉ he's hiding out in our universe , but i'm a little worried xgaster will catch him one day..
He scratched the back of his skull , grinning sheepishly. Call him gullible-
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