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Since the soul inside Kris’ body took control of them, there hasn’t been a moment that has made them feel like themselves. It just feels all wrong, but… They weren’t really themselves even before the Player came, or well… Maybe they were, but totally forgot about it. They sat on their bed, making it creak slightly. The Player was gone, for now… They were free to do whatever they wanted, of course. A slice a pie was a good option at first, but after their mother discovered them eating the whole thing, it was better to let her calm down and try later, they weren’t really in a mood to do it anyways.
They looked across the room, their brother’s perfectly tidy bed caught their attention, something inside of them felt heavy and dull, they really miss their best friend. Azzy was just living the best of his life while they were here suffering whatever the hell this was, but at the end… It wasn’t Asriel’s fault. Yet, that feeling of jealousy seemed to stay inside Kris’ mind, it wasn’t fair that he was always the star of everything, always the best, and Kris… Well, they were always the second one in everything. “No, I’m actually good at pranking people, being sneaky has been like a superpower or whatever…”, they thought, trying to comfort themselves.
A soft yet familiar voice scared them, soon they realize it was just their mother’s, she was talking to someone on the phone, they heard her laugher, and then a giggly hush, she said something like “You could have just called me from my personal phone number instead of this one, dear”. Kris rolled their red eyes. They had heard one or two times these kind of conversations, not very surprising to them. “Disgusting”, was the only thing they could say about it. They knew that she was talking to that skeleton guy from the store.
At least, they were alone. They honestly wouldn’t like to be controlled again by the Player, they had a strange obsession with Ralsei, making them hug him every time they could. It was very uncomfortable for them, hugging and treating him like a crush was weird, mostly because he was so alike their brother and he wasn’t really their type. Even if he was, Kris would never try to touch him, he was… Unsettling even though he looked innocent and cute. Susie, on the other hand, was different. She was amazing. Such a cool friend, she really didn’t care about their ‘quirkiness’ and they enjoyed that because she was, in her own way, the same. Having these adventures were, ignoring the fact about being controlled, fun with her.
They decided to lay down, as their back felt the soft blanket, something poked them inside their pocket. It was a sharp poke, they felt unsure about it, they have completely forgotten what in the world that thing could be, their shaking hand grabbed it carefully, something inside them seemed a bit heavier. It was the Jester Card and the Disk. “How can these be so sharp…?”, they wonder nervously. As they looked at them, a flash came across their eyes, it was almost like when they looked inside the Dark Crystals, the flash showed a mischievously smile of the jester and a shining pair of pink and yellow glasses. After that, their hands lost their grip and the two items fell on the ground, they got on their knees and covered their eyes, squeezing them shut like if the two Darkners were still there. A soft whimper escaped from their lips, tears fell from their eyes, and yet the two items didn’t move. Nothing did. Nothing and no one to save them. “And yet nobody came, why did I even expected that? I’m alone…”, they argued to themselves. They finally got up and picked the two objects up, something inside them told them to put them back inside their pocket, so they did. They walked to the window, they let the cold breeze hit their face after opening it and thought about their present.
Their situation was a strange void of mystery and fear; they didn’t know if they could ever be themselves again or if they would really save both worlds from the terrible Roaring… So they were going to cling to those sweet and fun memories they had of their friends and adventures. It was the only thing they had control of and they would keep that in their mind, that could help them continue, to keep going. They sighed and closed their eyes, letting the wind blow their hair and their train of thoughts. They hoped tomorrow was going to be their last one.