Finding your Soul

Chapter Two (Act Six - Act Eleven), Part One.

"When you're depressed you don't control your thoughts, your thoughts control you. I wish people would understand this."

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Act Six: Preliminary Phase.

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Cross' P.O.V

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We made it into the lobby after a few minutes of awkward silence.

Right now, I'm sitting next to Nightmare on a sofa, waiting for the meeting to commence.

The atmosphere started to feel a tad bit more serene; less like all eyes were analyzing my every movement.

It didn't last long.

A skeleton with a major fracture on his skull, blood still silently seeping out, was approaching me.

That's... Disturbing... To say the least.

I don't know what to do in situations like these, so I only prayed that he was directed towards someone else.

Wrong.

He takes a seat next to me.

I feel slight darkness clouding my vision, but I manage to shake it away.

As long as he doesn't talk to me... I'll be fine.

He take occasional side-glances at me, and he seemed to be quite penchant about my apprehensive expression.

I count the seconds of silence, wondering if they think as hard as I do about these sorts of things.

I begin to ease up again, although the tension sustained.

The skeleton that recently sat next to me turned to face me, and a harrowing grin crept onto his face.

"What's your name?"

That elementary question was enough to make my skin crawl.

The tempo of my breathing increased, as clouds replaced my vision.

Scratch that- fog.

Nightmare took notice, and a tentacle wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his side...

But not too close.

"He can't speak." Nightmare claimed, making the other skeleton shrug, turning his attention somewhere else.

While the fog snuck away, silently signing me, 'we'll be back', I got a bit stressed.

"I-I can talk..." I whimpered, still quite close to each other.

He pooh-poohed, "Not well, you can't."

I was slightly flabbergasted at his attitude, how could one be so... Audacious?

"..."

"You're right..." I admitted, redirecting my gaze to the floor.

Almost immediately after my gaze shifted, I felt a hand force my chin up.

"See what I mean?" He asked, but it seemed more rhetorical than not.

"You need to maintain eye-contact, you can't just agree with me then not take any action to change your behavior and bad habits."

"Schooled by an octopus, woot-woot!" Chara mocked.

Hmm, Chara hadn't spoken in a while... I wish it had stayed that way.