TW: violence, involuntary regression, cross overworking himself, cussing, hinted Nightmare regressing
Cross felt like shit to put it bluntly, his entire head felt fuzzy and he couldn't focus for anything. He chugged coffee and ate an energy bar to pull himself together, they had a mission today and as one of Nightmare's soldiers he needed to be at top shape. He wanted to just lay down and let someone, anyone protect him but thats not how the world works.
He walked out to the elaborate throne room ready to go, looking at his family fellow soldiers who would be on this mission. Nightmare spoke to them about the mission. Cross' mind was in a mist none of the words quite reaching his mind until, "Criss-Cross your with me to beat up the swap shit au come on." Killer motioned to the inky black portal ready to cause excessive chaos. Cross followed behind Killer, sloppy and sluggish in movement. His entire body was lead with iron inside of it, but he pulled himself out to just go a little bit longer, to do his job as a soldier, like he was made to do.
Blue was walking by humming softly to himself, going about his day. Cross took notice sitting up a bit more straight and launched forward recklessly in order to get the job over with, to just land a few good hits to get it over with much to Killer's chagrin, "Cross what the hell are you doing?!" His face had somehow paled in panic.
Cross went to land a hit only to be blocked by a bone then hit in his gut area by a giant hammer, sending him back. He let out a slight wince despite the color building in his sockets he didn't make a sound.
Killer had stepped in to take over, not noticing the gaster blaster moving to shoot the disoriented Cross. The blaster hit him square in the chest, sending Cross flying into a tree, leaving him completely overtaken by the fuzzy feeling and sobbing quietly, as he had also managed to cut his hand on his sword during the attack.
Killer doesn't notice focusing on Blue's attacks to find a weak point to use against him. He is able to hit a weak spot knocking Blue out he looks for Cross, "Criss-Cross?"
He notices Cross sobbing silently in pain against a tree and rushes over trying to figure out injuries. They all seem minor though luckily, but with how Cross is acting there might be another injury that would be better suited to be taken care of at home. Killer picks Cross up into a bridal hold carefully as to not aggravate any injuries, they renter the portal back to safety. "Alright lets have Boss check you out Crossy." Killer hums softly as he notices the odd fuzziness that Cross' eyelights seem to hold, shit this could be a concussion on top of other injuries.
"Ey boss Cross didn't do to well and got his ass handed to him could you take a look? Make sure he isn't concussed and if there is any type of care we need to worry about handlin?"
Nightmare nods and takes Cross, who whines out about being moved now putting his hand in his moth to self soothe. Nightmare studies him and even runs a full check, the flavor text throws him off in particular, "feels really small, please don't leave."
He sighs with a soft smile, "He's alright just seems to have regressed deeply, he'll need our help with how young he seems to be."
"Wait regressed like you do Boss? That means crossy is a baby bones."
"We both know that isn't the case Killer, he is capable when he hasn't spiralled into exhaustion and stress." Nightmare reminds gently whilst rocking the tired baby.
Cross closes his eyes resting his head against Nightmare's chest, feeling safe and settled at home.
