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Killer stood in the castle's doorway, the others looking at him with confused expressions.
"Where's Cross?" Horror asked, looking behind the eerily silent skeleton still standing in the doorway, his eyes emptier than they'd ever seen before.
Nightmare turned away, a solemn expression on his face as he realized what happened. Dust looked between the two before he eventually looked down as the realization dawned on him as well.
"Killer." Horror's voice was more serious than it had been in years.
Killer stared at the ground as a sob racked through him, his whole body shaking as he fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Horror's expression softened and morphed into one of anguish as he now realized what had happened to Cross.
Nightmare didn't say anything as a stray tear rolled down his cheek, one he quickly wiped away.
The others looked away from Killer who was curled around Cross's jacket, sobbing uncontrollably.
- - -
The sound of Killer's sobs was devastating. When the full realization of what had happened hit him, Horror gagged and covered his mouth with his hand to try and keep himself from throwing up.
Dust remained quiet, no one able to gauge his emotions except Nightmare, who shot him a "keep calm" type look. Dust gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his anger slowly boiling over.
He was angry. Angrier than he'd ever been before. He couldn't stand to look at Killer anymore and stormed off, angry that he hadn't kept Cross safe.
Horror gagged again and rushed to the nearest bathroom, feeling horribly sick at the thought of Cross being dead.
Nightmare eventually walked away as well, needing to distract himself from the sickening truth.
- - -
Now Killer was all alone. He had stopped producing tears but felt the need to hide away. So he, after standing on shaky legs, shortcut into Cross's bedroom.
The room looked exactly as Cross had left it before they left earlier that morning: slightly messy and still smelling of his cologne.
Killer stared blankly at the familiar room as vague memories from that morning tried to cut through his despair.
He shoved those memories down and curled up on the floor of his, now dead, boyfriend's room.
He ended up falling asleep rather quickly from the exhaustion of crying so much, but his dreams were filled with Cross and memories of his death. Safe to say, he didn't sleep well.