Cross was resting under a tree in the garden of the castle as his face remained sarcastic and not paying attention to his surroundings. His eyes fixed into nothing but a staring at the ground. The leaves of the trees rustles under the breeze of cold gentle wind. After few moments of him sitting under the tree, Dream came up to him with the usual gentle smile on face. Cross Sans looks at nothing, just blankly staring, not acknowledge Dream's presence but mumbled a hoarse calm ruthless. "Dream"
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