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They woke up warm, their body surrounded in a blanketing darkness, soft and warm and absolute in obscuring their vision. They feel their eyes blink sleepily for a moment, a dull sense of tiredness enveloping their mind, their eyes threatening to close and slip back into sleep. They snuggle further into their pillow with a sleepy sigh, so happy that it was the weekend and they could squeeze in a few more hours of sleep.
Suddenly their mind is snapped awake faster than their body can seem to process as a voice they don't recognize cut through the darkness, bringing with it a black box surrounded by white lines of light showing the words and face of the speaker as the words leave her mouth.
“KRIS!”
Kris? That wasn't their name.
“Kris if you do not wake up, we will be late for school!”
They are left stunned for a moment watching as the box follows and moves on to the speaker- Toriel’s?- words as she speaks them, they are incapable of not reading the dialogue as it appears, keeping up with it even when they try to pull their attention away from it, it feels less like reading and more like the words were being etched into their very soul.
A sound is heard soon after, of drapes on a window being opened wide even as the darkness does not abate.
“I will wait outside for you, alright?”
A small noise of complaint leaves their body, and feelings of tired annoyance trickle through them, divorced from their emotions, the THING in their mind feels like it’s pushing them aside as if their mind was a pool of water they and the thing were engulfed in,them being pushed away while the thing pushed up.
The thing-other?- takes control, rubbing their-its- eyes and removing the actual blanket from their-its- the body and yawning
The other pauses and seems to sink back in some way, a nervous sort of excitement coming from it while it sits there, waiting for something.
They try to process what just happened, wondering blurrily why that person’s voice made toriel’s portrait appear as part of their vision, as if from the g-
No, that’s impossible.
They remind themselves of the facts. Their name is Parrish, they chose that name themselves, their foster parents funeral happened a couple of months back and Parrish was still dealing with the in-laws and will and where they’d live now and-and- this was all a dream!
A stress-dream! That's it! They’d fallen asleep after being screamed at so of course their dreams would be about their favorite game, it's fine, they’ll just wake up.
A bed sits on the opposite wall of the one Parrish was in, glow in the dark stickers scattered across that side of the rooms walls with trophies adorning two wooden shelves. A starkly familiar environment even as the perspective has been dramatically altered. It feels pretty real, but it couldn’t be.
Parrish pushed their mind up to the surface and slapped themselves in the face hard.
It hurt.
That can't be right, Parrish slapped themselves again, it still hurt.
Dreams don't hurt.
On the third attempt to wake up Parrish feels the other presence, more present and real then it had the other times now that their face stung as it stops the third swing, Parrish feels Indignation and confusion from the other presence.
Parrish’s heart races, pushing forward their-the others- the body flinches and leaps to its feet and runs to the other side of the room, looking back at the spot it just been in as their mind races.
Why weren't they waking up?
What was that other presence?
Parrish watches in horror as the body halts under the other's command, one hand going up to scratch an itch they’d been ignoring along the side of its-their-head.
The black box returns, not a whisper coming out of the body as words scrawl across it, not showing any portrait like with Toriel.
>Can you hear me?
They feel like they're shaking, the other does not. And so, the body does not shake.
Parrish tries to speak, the other allows.
The dialogue box returns with a red heart appearing on the left of the words they speak, showing what Parrish says just as they decide to say them. The voice that comes from them is softer than their use to, reminding them of the noise of examining an object from- they don't think about it.
“I-I can hear you, what’s going on?! What happened to my body?! where-” Parrish shudders, body shivering with them. words stick in their throat as panic overwhelms them. Tears forming in the corners of its-their- eyes.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!”
The other startles at Parrish’s outburst, pulling parish consciousness down so their words become only a screech inside their shared mind, tears evaporating as soon as they lose control, only the dialogue box with the heart diligently writing out the things they wish to scream remains. The dialogue becomes incomprehensible from the speed Parrish’s silent yells.
Parrish feels the other’s alarm, their consciousness poking at and trying to skip through parrish panicked rambling before scrambling down the stairs to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and splashing water in the face, the cold water finally shocking them enough long enough for the other to get a word in.
> You need to calm down
Parrish tries to speak again. The other keeps them quiet.
The dialogue box speaks for Parrish instead.
How am I supposed to be calm about this?! <
> You should have known this was going to happen! Didnt you agree to this?
AGREE TO THIS- <
Parrish pushes for control back, jerking their head up to look the mirror dead in the eye for lack of anything else to focus a glare at, their glare morphs into a look of numb shock as they see the face in the mirror. A familiar face.
Dark brown hair, bright red eyes shadowed by the hair on their face. A bright yellow and green sweater. The only thing unfamiliar being the brown belt on their brown pants that has a well worn brown knife sheath on it. A black handled knife sheathed in it.
Parrish thought to the dialogue boxes they’d seen pop up,
of the bedroom they just left,
Down the hallway the other ran through.
This is….Toriel's house. <
> It’s my house too, And you also live here now.
Parrish tries to calm their pounding heart, leaning over the sink. A thought occurs to them.
One last piece of proof.
One test, and they’d finally entertain the idea that all of this was real.
Parrish tries to close their eyes, the othe- Kris doesn't stop them.
They think of themselves and Kris.
Suddenly their vision is above Kris, like it be in the game but clearer, not pixelated just as everything else they’d seen.
A red glow surround’s Kris' body as Parrish focuses on them and see’s….
A red soul shining brightly inside Kris' chest, pounding in time with Parrish's racing heartbeat.
Kris’ confusion brushes the edge of their panic.
> It’s just you.
--Kris--
The soul was silent for a moment, the short demonstration of its power ending as suddenly as it began when the soul seemed to sink down into Kris' chest, the intense emotional feedback from before cutting out into a staticky numbness that left Kris worried.
Did Kris mess up some part of the ritual? The summoning circle did seem a little simple, and the instructions spent more time outlining the powers of a demon’s soul and how to contain it than any sort of instructions on letting it get used to being part of you.
Then again Kris didn't think their biggest problem with owning a demon soul would be it being sad to be summoned! Isn't that a demon's purpose?
Kris prods at the soul, first mentally then physically poking at the edge of their ribcage the soul felt closest too. The soul seemed to twitch at the prodding but did not respond otherwise.
They don't have time for this, mom’s waiting outside.
Kris takes a deep breath and closes their eyes, focusing inward.
Kris thinks of the soul, and it appears in their vision, the only thing in their vision.
Even still Kris feels nothing from the soul. Even as four options appear in front of Kris.
Kris takes another breath, and commands.
> Parrish, ACT: talk to Kris.
Immediately they feel the soul seem to snap to attention, the command opening their thoughts to Kris and forcing its attention onto them.
What the fuck was that why is that dialogue box back can you read this this is too much this is too much THIS IS TOO MUCH<
> PARRISH.
WHAT?!<
>Stop screaming, you’re supposed to be helping me and all this freaking out is NOT helpful.
Bafflement comes through their connection, followed closely by irritation.
What makes you think some random person possessing you- UNINTENTIONALLY WITHOUT MEANING TO MIND YOU- in the night would be here to help you? <
Kris felt a headache coming on.
> Because you’re the helper demon I summoned.
…….Helper demon.<
> Obviously.
Helper. DEMON.<
> Why are you baffled about that? I expected a demon to know what they are. And besides everyone knows about humans and their helper demons.
What would you even need help with so bad you’d summon a DEMON?!<
Kris grumbles but internally, away from the demon’s soul , Kris feels nervous about telling them Kris' reasoning now that the soul had shown such hostility for being summoned. What if it wasn't good enough? Or was it too weird? What if their connection isn't stable yet? Would Kris ever get another chance at this?
>. ....Do I have to spell it out?
Just tell me!<
Butterflies filled Kris' stomach, their heart beat harder in their chest. It was no longer an if in Kris' stressed head, there was no way the demon would accept the reason Kris had summoned them, they had to scramble to think of an answer, any answer but the truth and fast.
Think, think! What did humans usually summon demons for? Solving puzzles? No, Kris didn't have any puzzles prepped, taking care of pets? Kris doesn't have a pet! Gardening? Kris wasn't sure if they wanted to get into gardening just for a lie, help romancing their crush? Errr not yet that be awkward to start with and honestly Kris wasn't sure if they were willing to do the homework needed for that- wait! That's it!
….is this about the proph- <
> I’m struggling with homework! I mean there's other stuff I wouldn't mind some help with but I’m struggling with all the homework Alphys gives, Mom never gave out this many projects and Alphys only makes them all so she can talk about her bad taste in tv, and I can't deal with that anymore, it's not the ONLY thing i was hoping for help with but it’s the main reason, definitely.
….You summoned me to do homework.<
>Yes- why are you so angry humans use to summon helper demons to help them to take clean up poop! Why is homework such a bad reason?!
The demon’s soul visibly shook with rage.
I have my own life to worry about! I don't have the time to be ripped out of my body to do someone's homework for them!<
> I just wanted help with it. I wasn't gonna make you do ALL of it for me. And besides you know my mom, you know my house, you told me your name and all that other stuff, so you must have also agreed to this!
I-!.... <
The soul goes silent and for a moment a vision appears, a void of shifting twisting darkness surrounding Kris, a glowing faceless gray body in a striped hoodie and black pants in the middle of their vision, a question glowing above it. The demon’s soul floating besides the answer yes.
DO YOU ACCEPT THE POSSIBILITY OF PAIN AND SEIZURE?
Another vision flashed, what looked like a computer screen with a window pop up was in front of Kris, their vision focused on the terms and conditions section of it.
YOU ACCEPT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS FROM NOW ON.
Kris opens their eyes to banish the vision shared to them, processing what they’d seen. Was that gray figure supposed to be them? Why did the contract condition appear on a computer?
I- it probably didn't matter.
….So, what now.<
Kris took a breath then pulled Parrish consciousness up next to theirs.
> Well, mom’s waiting for us.
Right. School. <
Kris opens the door on habit as Parrish moves out the bathroom and out the front door, getting in the car without any fuss.
Mom's words scroll across Kris' vision.
“Kris! There you are! We might still be able to make it!”
Kris puts on their seatbelt as mom gets in and starts the car, sitting back and closing their eyes to test out that power they saw in the bathroom.
The book had talked about the perks of possessing a helper demon a little bit, but Kris hadn't expected such a dramatic perspective change, the book said it was a way demons helped their humans navigate mazes and the monster puzzles of the past, Kris didn't see themselves getting caught up in puzzle traps anytime soon but they had a idea of what they wanted to use it for.
How to activate it though?
Kris started poking at the soul's power in their mind, trying to make it flow through them like before. Parrish grumbles and the soul physically starts moving away from where Kris pokes mentally, Kris poked at the soul in a different direction and spent a few seconds chasing the annoyed demon around their chest mentally.
Kinda funny, but not what Kris wanted.
Kris pushes Parrish to the front and tries to throw their consciousness over to the school but again nothing but their mom wondering about Asriel returning to school.
> How did you do the thing in the bathroom?
The panic attacks?<
> No! the thing where we saw me but from the ceiling.
Oh<
Instantly Kris see’s the car from above as they move through town, several towns folk waving at their car as they drive past. The tops of the autumn trees blowing gently in the wind in a way that's near invisible inside the car but following from above? It was almost….beautiful.
> Wow, can we see other’s things or are we stuck looking at ourselves?
Idk man try thinking of someone and see if we start spying on them.<
Kris scrambles to think of someone to spy on and their shifting thoughts leads them to seeing a few scenes-
Their dad trimmed the flowers in his shop, Noelle being talked at by Berdly who was pointing at the sky looking extremely proud of himself as always, and finally Asriel staring at a computer screen looking half dead with several of those weird coffee recipes he’s told Kris about.
> Asriel?!
Kris brother flinches hard and tips the coffee cup onto their computer, making the keyboard spark and Asriel starts screaming as he panicky throws all the papers and monitor off the desk before throwing dirty laundry from the floor on the coffee, screeching about his final.
Kris immediately opened their eyes to stop the power, as if to avoid getting in trouble even though Asriel couldn't know they were there.
Kris felt a little guilty for ruining Asriel's keyboard but at the same time Kris was near bouncing at the idea of all the pranks they could pull off with this ability alone, all the inside info on people's fears or gossip they wouldn’t share with a teacher's kid! Heck even Susie’s-
“Did something good happen kris? I haven't seen you this excited about school in years.”
Kris nods and gives their mom a thumbs up, causing Toriel to beam.
“That's great! You’ve had so much trouble connecting with people since Asriel left, this good mood might be just the ticket you need to make friends with your class.”
Kris gives their mom a pained grin at her words while it felt like their good mood shriveled up and died.
Great, mom expected them to try being someone with social skills. Whatever, Kris can just get the demon to be social for them, then learn how to use their new demon powers for cool pranks.
Today was going to be a good day, Kris just had to keep telling themselves that.
----Parish---
Today was going to be a god damn nightmare.
As soon as they started walking to class, they felt the tiredness that followed any emotional breakdown mixed with a general weakness in Kris's body they hadn't noticed before, both weighing them down like a overstuffed backpack
The fact they’d missed breakfast? Horrible, the rumbling in Kris' stomach was slowly driving them up the wall. And they were going to have to do homework like this.
Parrish still couldn't believe it. Homework. HOMEWORK. They were stuck in this mess over homework, Kris didn’t know jack about the dark worlds. Parrish supposes there could have been many much worse, much more vile reasons for a teenager to summon a demon, but HOMEWORK!
Whatever, Kris seemed more interested in poking at their consciousness like a cool bug than asking any math questions. Parrish doubted they’d have to help too much in any respect with actual writing essays.
Seeing as this world was already diverging from the game script a bit Parrish wasn't even sure there was going to be dark world shenanigans or that they’d be able to get away from homework that easily. If they're lucky they could try distracting Kris by letting them see Asriel but who knows how effective that would be long term.
Honestly Parrish wasn't as mad about the homework bit as much as they were just. The whole situation in general.
Dragged from their world, shoved into an unfamiliar body with a variable stranger, in a world they only barely recognized as a video game they were obsessed with?! The future had never looked so uncertain, with no idea how they’d even get home. If they would ever be able to see home again. Their world has been torn from them. Their friends, job- not family, that had already been torn away.
But still, everything familiar was gone, replaced by a video game that was known for making a player feel like an invading force that didn't belong.
As much as a hug from Toriel was what they’d use to dream of, alone on the worst of nights. It couldn't replace familiarity, what small bit of security Parrish found in their own skin. They never thought they’d miss their own hands in front of them, with their own scars and calluses from hard work.
Aphys startles a bit when Kris walks into the room, before adjusting her adorable little glasses on her face and stuttering through her dialogue, her voice sounding so tender and geeky Parrish couldn't help relaxing a bit. Parrish tries to put their worries aside a little, so they can think of an escape plan and enjoy little things like Alphys voice while they have the chance. Their attempts do little to actually stop stressing sadly.
“O-Oh…..kris…..! We thought you weren't coming today!”
Does Kris get to skip school? Lucky. Parrish would have loved to have that power a few months back.
“We’re doing group projects this month...Uuuuh so walk around and find a partner, ok?”
“ Yes Ms. Alphys. ” Kris replied, their response seeming almost automatic. Kris looked around at the monsters in the class and Parrish felt a stab of interest.
See? If nothing else, this disaster had given Parrish a opportunity a lot of players would kill for- insight into Kris's life and how they’d take charge of the story if the player could step back and let them work. Parrish could just sit back make their plans and see what kris wants to do with contr-
> OK, pick a partner.
The universe was testing their patience.
Why don't you do it? You know these people better than me, who you work well with. Pick yourself. <
A small splash of embarrassment hits Parrish as Kris looks to the floor. An image flashes in front of them of Toriel sitting at the table holding a glue stick carefully in her claws, the unmistakable pieces of a solar system display set out in front of them. Right, Toriel is usually Kris's group project partner. It speaks volumes about Kris reputation that in a class with an even amount of students and berdly, kris usually went partner less.
>It’s not like you could do any more damage than I have.
Heh, Don't tempt me.<
Curiosity and nerves this time as Kris scrambles to the back of the room away from the front of the class where everyone keeps glancing at them just standing around.
>How do you think you could ruin my nonexistent reputation? Can a helper demon even think of being mean to their humans?
Parrish is poked again by Kris' consciousness, making them try to “swim” away from Kris poking like a fish in a bowl, Parrish tells themselves to keep their cool. It's fine, they can work with this, just give them some encouragement. Or something.
First off assuming anything is incapable of being cruel is a mistake, second Alphys would probably give you permanent detention if you jumped on her desk and challenged her for her position as teacher or hold her computer tower hostage. <
>.... I mean, I haven't tried that this year But-
Holy shit - whatever kris just pick someone and I’ll do the homework from there, how about that.<
Parrish felt as Kris began to get nervous, sweat beating down their faces as their hands began shaking, throat locking up.
> I...um… I-
Kris looked around at the other students as they gave them weird or guilty looking looks for taking so long to walk up to someone. Parrish feels them sink back in their mind.
> I can’t do this.
>Parrish, ACT: find group project partner.
Parrish felt the command like a shock through their system, all the stress of being late to a deadline filled them as their mind zeroed in on the task like it was hyper fixated on details for a theory for their favorite show.
Parrish wanted it to stop.
Parrish marched straight up to Noelle and waved to get her attention.
“Hey Noelle.” they called out, strain in their voice.
“Hey, Kris! What’s up? Did you lose your-”
“No, I have a pencil, can we be partners on the project?”
Noelle seemed surprised for a moment before looking apologetic.
“Ummm….Sorry...Berdly already asked me....”
She perked up.
“But I could ask Ms. Alphys if we can make it a group of 3!”
“I’ll ask if you’re sure!”
“Yes, please ask her.”
Noelle looked surprised again, but in a pleased sort of way as she stood up from her desk and raised her hand to get Ms. Alphys attention. The effects of the ACT were still in play and Parrish still couldn't think about anything but getting a partner, the stress burning through Parrish like a gas fire.
Kris feeling flitted through them, but it didn't matter until Noelle and Berdly could get through their LITTLE TIF FAST ENOUGH TO-
The door slammed open, Susie. Finally,
She steps into class, hunched over, huge and imposing. Easily towering over most of the other monsters in class, including Alphys who shrinks at her entrance.
“....Am I late?”
Parrish beelines towards her.
“You’re just on time, partner.”
Susie looked at Kris like they were mad. Parrish noted some kind of strong emotion from their host but it really didn’t fucking matter until the ACT was complete.
“Y-Yes! Susie since Kris and you are the only ones without partners you will be partnered up.”
Berdly let out a audible sigh of relief while Noelle looked at Kris like they grew a second head, actually that might be most of the class but Parrish didn't care as relief flooded them as the stress of the act dissipated and their mind cleared, Letting Parrish actually take note of Kris embarrassment .
“N-Now that everyone’s here, I’ll write the assignment.”
>WHAT WAS THAT?!
I got you a partner, didn't I? What don’t like Susie?<
>That's not the problem! You made us look like a complete idiot in front of her, you don't just GO UP Susie! For HOMEWORK OF ALL THINGS! She’s never gonna think I'm cool now!
Parrish snorted.
You want to be friends with her huh?<
>Why wouldn't I? She’s the queen of creepy, the haunter of the halls, she doesn't care about people's opinions of her and every time I hear about her it's about some sorta prank or trouble she’s gotten up to, and now she thinks I’m some nerd who wants to make her do SCHOOL WORK OF ALL THINGS.
“And K….Kris … Can you go with her and make sure she...Um actually gets it? And, um, stay out of trouble…?”
“No problem, Alphys.”
“Thanks, Kris! See you later!”
>Huh?
She’s asking us to go get chalk with Susie from the supply closet.<
>Oh
Kris takes control and moves towards the door, taking a calming breath before going to open it.
>Look just, let me talk to Susie. You’re gonna make me look like a nerd at this rate!
Know what? After that last ACT I'm MORE than happy with that. Good Luck! <
--Kris--
Parrish made sure Kris' attention was still on them as they dramatically snuggled into the back of their consciousness, making a show of getting comfortable away from surface. Anger radiating from the soul in waves. Kris chose to ignore it for now.
Kris stepped out of the classroom and saw Susie standing there in the middle of the hall. They heard her chew on something before she turned around, something white on her snout as she stared down at Kris. Her claw clenches into a fist.
“....Kris. Didn't see you there.”
Her face slowly splits into a grin, eyes still covering her hair. Maybe she didn't think they were a nerd, maybe Kris could salvage this? She turned to look at the lockers as Kris opened their mouth to try to speak.
Susie spoke again before they could.
“....Hey. you didn't see anything just now, did you?”
She turns away. Kris tries to think of how to respond to her question. Sure, they heard something but Kris didn't get a good look at whatever she was doing an-
“ Hmm...You can’t even say?”
She slowly turns to face Kris, still smiling. Her next words sounded….angry.
“Kris…”
She starts to slowly stalk towards Kris, something dangerous in her expression makes Kris back up until they bumped into the lockers behind them. Susie looms over them, to the point Kris could only Susie crowding them on all sides, looking up they only see the underside of her snout and the top row of her sharp teeth.
It was inspiring, and scary.
“Hey.”
Susie puts one of her claws on Kris' shoulder, engulfing it completely. Kris flinched as her claws dug into their sweater, squeezing it painfully.
They tried to make themselves say something, anything, but their stupid mouth refused to move.
Kris reached out to Parrish. Parrish sank further away.
“Let me tell you a secret.” Susie whispered in an almost conspiratory tone before digging her claws past Kris' sweater into their shoulder, picked them up by it and slammed Kris into the locker, pinning them to it.
Kris let out a tiny cry of pain, going limp in Susie's hold and trying to make themselves seem as small and harmless as possible, keeping their eyes locked on Susie's shoes and hoping their hair covered the tears of welling up in their eyes.
“Quit people piss me off. “
Kris felt their throat tighten to hold back a pained whimper.
Susie’s grip got tighter.
“You think just’ cause you don't say anything… I can't tell EXACTLY what you're thinking?”
Susie’s tone became higher pitched and mocking.
“It’s over! I caught Susie eating ALL the chalk! This was her LAST chance! Now she’ll FINALLY be expelled!”
Kris jolted, Susie thought their mom or Alphys would expel her over eating chalk? Kris didn't even know she actually ate chalk until Susie said it herself! Kris thought that was just a rumor! And she thought KRIS would tell on her over just eating chalk? They ate moss! Everyone knows they’ve called dibs on the moss around town! Why would Kris judge her about eating CHALK?
“Haha….Come on, Kris. Don't act shocked. You know it's true.”
Susie's claws started to shake even as Kris felt them dig deeper into their skin, Kris had to fight back the urge to try to get her to let go, that only ever made monsters tighten their grip or get angry when they tried. Most don’t understand how weak their stupid body is.
“Everyone's waiting for it. Everyone wants it. So congrats Kris. You got me. I’m done for.”
She moves her snout closer; Kris feels her breath on their hair.
“Just, Lemme say one little thing. Seems a waste to get expelled just for having a snack. So, Kris, If I KNOW you’re going to pull the trigger….”
Susie unlatched one claw from Kris' shoulder to use it to tilt their chin up, so Kris was looking her up at her, Kris tries to blink the tears out of their eyes so she doesn’t see.
“Heh heh heh…why don't I get expelled for some REAL carnage? “
She leans in closer; Kris can feel her breath on their face now, her breath so hot it feels like Kris has their face next to a stove.
“Kris….How do you feel….”
Kris can't breathe. Susie's yellow fangs grin down at them, her eyes glowing down at them hauntingly through her hair.
“.....About losing your face?”
Kris back is no longer touching the locker- Susie’s pulling them closer and closer and- no no no NO NO PLEASE NO-
She drops them like a rock.
“Nah.”
She starts walking away from them, Kris doesn't dare to move.
“Kris, you’ve got a good mother....It be a shame to make her bury her child.”
She looks back at Kris, disdain clear in her voice.
“Alright, let's get this over with. We’ll get more chalk. Mosey back to class. And then Kris.”
She grins.
“YOU’LL do our project.”
“How's that sound?”
Kris tried to speak.
“Don't bother answering.”
Oh.
“If you haven't gotten it by now….Your choices don’t matter.”
She walks away.
“Let's go freak.”
Kris hurries to get up again.
That really fucking hurt.<
>I don't want to hear it.
Are we bleeding?<
Kris checks.
Tiny spots of blood start staining their shoulder, where Susie’s claws were.
They wince. That's gonna be hard to explain to mom.
Susie's words repeat in their mind, growing more angry and hateful each time.
Kris wipes at the tears in their eyes, but the tears keep falling, they hiccup and bite down on a pathetic noise trying to get out of them.
>She hates me
Huh? Why would she hate you?<
>She said she hates quiet people. Nobody in class but me can reasonably be called “quiet”.
I think she just didn't want to be expelled. Don't take it personally.<
>She hates me, she hates me just like everyone else. I'm just that creepy human mom keeps out of pity because the humans couldn't stand me-
H-hey, uh it's gonna be okay, just take a deep breath. That's it. <
Kris felt a twinge of the demon's concern bleed through their distress Then a pulse of warmth from the center of their chest, a small flash of light appears, and Kris feels their shoulder’s pain ease a little bit.
It’s going to be alright Kris, let's just get the chalk and we’ll see later on what we can do to try and befriend Susie, we’ll get your shoulder checked out by Toriel, and maybe play one of those video games under Asriel's bed, or watch the water, or idk you could watch me cuss out at homework for an hour, but we’ll be ok, your mom and brother love you, we’ll be ok. We have to be. <
Kris picks themselves up, taking a deep breath to calm themselves.
>W-We shouldn't keep her waiting… you're helping me talk next time.
Pal you didn't even get a chance to talk, I’m sure if you-<
>Parrish: Act: talk to Susie.
Kris feels a stab of upset from the soul, Kris feels a little guilty, but they can’t talk to her on their own at this point, they can’t. Besides, it's…. easier to just do it this way.
I guess I don't have a choice.<
Kris nods and runs over to Susie; sure they’d made her impatient already.
“ Hey, you walk pretty fast. Then again… Guess you got a lot of experience running away,huh?”
“I wouldn't have outed you about the chalk, even without the threat to my face.” Kris heard themselves say, their tone edged with annoyance. The act completed, Parrish sinks right back down, being very unhelpful as Kris feels their throat clamp shut from nerves.
Susie gave Kris an incredulous look , pushing Kris along in front of her.
“Whatever, let's just get this over with.”