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Everything was black. Well not black, more like the black one sees when you shut your eyes, lines and patterns pulsating in the dark. They tried to take a step forward, it wasn’t solid ground it was more like floating, floating in the inky blackness. That door. Then the voice rang out. It was slow and methodical, a combination of a science teacher interspersed with pauses. “We haven’t, much time. The resolution, is what is important…no I am sure they will love you. The pieces are being placed as I speak. No, the other is yet to see but they will be here in a matter of days.”
Kris Dreemur shot up as they woke. Which was odd, they were more of the ‘take an hour to get yourself in the mood to get up’ kind of person. They brushed their hair from their face and looked around, sunlight had filled their room, reflecting off Asriel’s trophies. It must have been past 7AM at least. They pulled themself out of bed and got dressed, the usual black pants and one of their striped shirts. The shirts had been Asriel’s, he had been taller at 16 than Kris was so the shirt looked too long, and no matter how much or how often they were washed all of them felt like they had fur inside them. But Kris liked them, especially now with Asriel gone. Gone. Kris thought. Their head began to throb, they pressed their finger at the top of their nose and brow. Noelle had told them as a kid that doing that could stop a headache, It’s probably bullshit but it’s kind of helped me before. Kris thought.
They headed downstairs, expecting to see their mother already prepared for the day and ready to tell them off for sleeping in. I fucking hate Mondays. The kitchen was empty, there was a pan on the stovetop, and a letter on the table. They inspected the pan, a fried egg. They were certainly hungry but they thought to read the letter beforehand. They stepped over to the table and picked it up.
“Kris, I thought I shouldn’t wake you up so I wrote this before I left. I understand you’re still not well, so feel free to remain at home today. I do hope you get better soon, it looks strange for the son of a teacher to not come to school. Please make sure you eat at least one meal, do any school work you have and shower. I will be home this evening. Stay safe. -Mom <3”
Kris winced a little at the wording before getting some bread and a plate to prepare their breakfast. Their hand touched the pan, it was still hot. “Fuck.” Kris quickly retracted their hand. As they went to shake their hand they noticed something, they didn’t feel the burn. They looked at their finger, the tip was red, it had been burned by the metal but there was no pain, none at all. Kris stared at the burn, trying to will it into hurting. It was no use. “This shit is fucking annoying.” They declared abandoning their food on the kitchen counter to instead shower.
Kris stood in front of the bathroom mirror, their teeth pressed together as they poked the metal lumps attached to their teeth. These make me look even more like a weirdo. Whatever asshole invented braces should be thrown in fucking jail, Kris thought. They hadn’t even wanted them, no one in town had straight teeth, but then again nothing about monsters was uniform. But Toriel had insisted that they would look nicer afterwards. And of course I get them on until the end of the year. 12 year olds with Braces are weird but 16 year olds are freaks. Kris brushed their hair up, they’d had it short when they were young but they grew it out to become more, as Asgore had once put it, ‘androgynous’. They stared into their eyes through the mirror, the red dots, no one knew why Kris’ eyes were red, someone had suggested it was genetic and a doctor had suggested it might have been blood vessels they liked them but sometimes Kris wished they were more normal.
They looked down at the sink, when had they plugged it? It was filling rapidly. Kris began to hyperventilate, their hand shaking they tried to open the cabinet to grab something but they couldn’t. Their nail was in their mouth, without thinking they bit it. They were on their knees trying to find the orange plastic cylinder. They tried to call out something but weren’t able to, they couldn’t even get the first syllable of his name out. Before falling down.
Kris didn’t like darkness. They were maybe four, they had sunk like a stone. They couldn’t recall a lot about it except the blackness surrounding them and being grabbed and pulled out. I’m a fucking piece of crap, Kris’ mind told them, if I hadn’t been scared of the dark Dess wouldn't have gone in first and I would be gone. No one would miss me. Fuck, I’m horrible. Why should I stick around here. I should go back to the goddamn river and finish everything once and for all. The voice from their dream spoke again, “no.” Kris sat on the floor, the sink had emptied but they were in a pool of water, they didn’t have their medicine but the worst of it had happened.
“I fucking hate Mondays.” They said out loud.
It was the evening. Toriel had returned, Kris decided not to tell her about their experience. They had eaten in relative silence. Toriel had asked Kris how their day was, they only responded in shrugs. Before they went upstairs Toriel said some basic things about how ‘no matter how they feel, he is her son no matter what.’ Kris thought about remarking something but decided against it. The loading icon spun over and over again on the computer as Kris waited for a response. Then there was a small ping noise.
“Hey there.” Their brother messaged
“Hey.” Kris responded
“How’s your day been?”
“Not good, still sick and I had a freakout.”
“Oh thats bad, did you tell mom?”
“Yes”, they lied, “she made sure I was alright. You do anything today?”
“Oh yeah apart from College stuff I had lunch with a guy I know.”
“A guy you know?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like him? Be honest.”
“Ok yeah.”
“Does he like you as well?”
“Yes.”
“Good for you.” Kris wanted to spend as long as possible online so they could out of sleeping and put off Tuesday. Tuesday were never as bad as Mondays but they still weren’t good.