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07 Jul 2026
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Kris wants Susie to bite them.
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07 Jul 2026
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That's the heart of your beef with Kris Dreemurr, really:
You stopped trying to make nice with other kids after the twenty billionth time you got treated like shit for it. They never felt the need to try in the first place.
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07 Jul 2026
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She showed up at Kris’s door with her hood up and her tail twitching, smelling like smoke that wasn’t hers. She had one of her mother’s old flannels tied around her waist, the sleeves long and dragging. Kris didn’t ask. Just stepped aside.
Toriel, from the kitchen, poked her head out and said only: “Shoes off, dear. I just mopped.”
Like Susie belonged there.
Like she wasn’t a guest anymore.
Kris gave her the couch and curled up on Chariel. Susie protested, at first—“It’s your damn house, dude,” she said, “I can sleep on the floor, I’ve done it before”—but Kris was already half-buried in blankets and completely silent, which meant the conversation was over.
At some point, when the house had gone completely quiet and the shadows settled, Susie whispered:
“Hey.”
Kris shifted their head to look at her.
The moonlight caught her hair, the jagged edge of her teeth. Her eyes were clearer than they ever were at school. No posturing. No sneer. Just Susie. Bare and real in a borrowed T-shirt, her knees pulled up, her voice a rasp.
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i have extremely specific thoughts on krusie
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07 Jul 2026
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After five years, Susie returns to Hometown following a strange, dreamlike event. Yet the shadows of what happened years ago still haunt her. Everything that was professed, everything she wanted to avoid, has come to pass. Grief never truly ends for those who have lost everything. But her return to the town and a strange encounter will lead her to finally uncover the truth once and for all.
Kris found themself wandering through what felt like the last drops of blood from someone who had been crying out for help for years. Their body no longer belonged to them, but their mind still did. After so long, they feel that somehow a final gift,or perhaps salvation, may come in what could be their last days alive.
This is a love story.Bookmarked by hydrapollonis
07 Jul 2026