Cross and Nightmare weren't as 'chill' as some of the other groups were. As soon as Bubbly had held put the slip they both tried to grab it, glaring at each other again before they, once again, tried to grab it at the exact same time.

"Are you guys doing this on purpose...?" Bubbly asked, confused.

"Shut it!" The both snapped, both of them yanking the piece of paper from her hand.

They both then started to wrestle over it, Cross pulling at one end and Night at the other.

"Let go!" They both argued.

Rip

The little slip of white paper was ripped in half, the two skeletons landing backwards onto their bottoms from the sudden rip, each of them having half of the word.

"I don't have time for this..." Bubbly grumbled, waving her hand.

A small bubble with a tape holder floated up to her, which popped above her hands, the tape falling onto them. She then tossed it to them, Nightmare snatching it quickly with one of his tentacles.

"Welp, have fun!" Bubbly said, hopping back onto her big purple bubble before floating to god knows where.

"I can do this myself, I'm an independent person," Nightmare said, standing up and holding out his hand towards Cross, "Give me your half of the slip."

"Um, no," Cross said, standing up, "You give me your half."

"What does your half say?" They both asked at the same time.

"Stop copying me!" Cross yelled, pointing at Nightmare.

"You stop copying me!" Nightmare yelled back.

"Fine, since you won't admit it, I'll figure put what mine is on my own!" Cross yelled, walking off with his anger brewing.

"And I'll figure it out myself as well!" Nightmare yelled after him.

As Cross walked away in a hurry, he glanced down at his half of the word.

-air

He knew it wasn't the full word, since he saw that Nightmare had at least gotten one letter, so he didn't need to grab air, but he needed to think of something with one or two letters in front that ended with the 'air'.

Maybe hair.

"Should I do hair?" Cross whispered, looking over to a wall.

He waited for a bit before sighing, as if someone responded.

"That's my only idea right now, I'm not good at this kind of stuff," He said.

Once again, he waited, before responding, "It shouldn't be hard to get some hair, there probably are some more humans here."

After a bit, he said, "No, I didn't see where she went. Did you?"

After another few seconds, he said, "Then let's go find another human."

He then continued on walking, his red and white eyes stared on with determination brewing within them.

Cross had went the same way Horror and Lust had, keeping an eye out for any hair follicles possibly laying around.

But, alas, he came upon none.

Cross never understood hair, after all, he was a skeleton. Sometimes he would overhear human females discussing how annoying their hair was, which made him glad he never had it if it was that painful. Then, he would hear some males running combs with goops and potions on it through their hair, discussing the best way to shape it.

He thought hair was a trait humans and some monsters had, not some sort of ice sculpture.

He walked up a large pair of stairs before taking a right, staring in confusion at the scene presented in front of him.

Which was Horror, Lust, and the women from the kitchen Cross didn't know.

She was standing in front of them, a key swinging on her finger as she walked back and forth. They were, somehow, placed inside of a large cage in the middle of the hallway, both of them sitting criss-crossed on the floor.

"Hey Cross!" Lust said, waving to the approaching skeleton.

"Hey Lust," Cross muttered, rolling his eyes, "How did you guys get in there?"

"I put them in there!" The female said proudly, "They stole my food I worked all day on for the feast for dinner, so I'm upset. They have to be punished."

"Let us out please!" Horror begged Cross in a monotone voice, not even trying in the slightest.

He ignored the skeleton and turned to the chef, asking her, "Can I have a piece of hair? I need it to get this scavenger hunt to be over."

"Um, ok, I guess," She said, quickly ripping out a piece of her blond hair before giving it to Cross, "Just don't use it on a voodoo doll, I have to cook more."

"Sure," Cross said, spinning around on his toes before he started to walk away, "See you both later."

"Hey, you big butt!" Lust yelled, pounding on the bars, "I will not give you my extra cookies whenever I make them if you walk away!"

"Whatever," Cross said.

"Let me handle this," Horror said, placing a hand on Lust's shoulder.

Then, he sat up and screamed, "IF YOU F*CKING DARE TO EVEN F*CKING WALK AWAY WITHOUT LETTING US OUT I WILL PROMISE YOU D*M LITTLE A*S THAT YOU WILL SUFFER YOU SON OF A B*TCH. GET OVER HERE!"

The girl squealed and pressed her ears flat against her head, covering them even more with her hands. Lust hugged his knees to his chest, watching Horror with absolute admiration.

Cross laughed and stuck up his middle finger before walking off, leaving Horror in an angry mood.

He laughed slightly to himself as he walked back down the stairs, in a slightly better mood then before. He made his way back to the main deck where they were told to meet up at once they got their item.

He made his walk slower, banging his feet loudly against the carpet so he could hear some background sounds as he also listened to the waves crash against the ship.

He wasn't a big fan of silence, he needs something to be running in the background for everything he did. It was because of something in his past he'd rather not think about.

Ink and Error were already there, Error trying to talk to Ink but Ink was ignoring him, crossing his arms and turning away. Dream and Killer were already there as well, Killer throwing paper clips at Error, trying to annoy him, but the new second in command wasn't paying attention to him. Dream was leaning against the railing of the ship, looking up at Cross.

"Hi Cross!" He said, jogging over, "Who were you with?"

"Myself," Cross said, "Nightmare and I didn't see eye to eye on everything."

"How was Nightmare?" Dream asked hopeful.

"Annoying." Cross said.

"You were supposed to go with your partner," Ink said, taking a small side glance at Error, "This was a team building thing after all. Go find him."

"But-" Cross objected

"That's an order," Ink said firmly.

"Oh, he's in trouble!" Fell snickered from the doorway, walking in with a blind Sci in tow.

"Where's his glasses?" Dream asked Fell.

"Shattered," Sci said sadly.

"Like my heart," Error grumbled to Ink, who turned away with his arms crossed.

"I hate this job sometimes," Cross muttered, storming off.

"You guys might wanna stay away from Cross," Fell grinned, "He's so salty he'll give you heart problems!"

"Shut it Fell!"