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Kris Dreemurr was—and not for the first time—sat at the foot of their bed, and directing a dead-eyed stare at the bird cage nestled in the corner of their room.
The miniature prison was sat atop a wagon, whose wheels have all but rusted still. Its occupant: a floating red heart. The specter faintly glowed, and pulsed periodically; as though mirroring the biological function of its physical counterpart.
A buzzing filled the space between the two, as they engaged in a one-sided staring competition. The noise wasn’t strictly angry, or hateful; rather it was a dizzying blend of everything thought or felt by the young Dreemurr that night.
So intense was their gaze that not even the dust around them dared to move, for fear of disturbing the exchange. The only other noise present—metaphorical or otherwise—was the hammering of rain against glass as a storm raged outside.
“You know I can’t read your thoughts like this.” spoke the Soul plainly. Well, maybe not ‘spoke’, for it had no voice with which to speak. The words merely appeared in Kris’ head during the rare occasions when the apparition wished to make conversation with them.
“Who says I wanted you to?” drawled Kris, their tone deep, and heavy with fatigue.
The Soul let loose a slightly brighter pulse, as if pleased with itself. “I was under the impression that you wanted to discuss something, or was I correct in assuming that you glare at me purely for sport?”
More rainfall, and an ill-timed flash of lightning were all that met the ghost’s inquiry.
Something that felt like a sigh washed over Kris, making the Soul’s exasperation very apparent. “You’re worried about the prophecy, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” Thunder crashed outside, as though summoned by Kris’ snarl. Usually they’d worry about waking Toriel at this hour, but the myriad of sensations coursing through their veins stymied any logic they should have had.
The human slumped further towards the floor, and put their head in their hands; palms covering their watery eyes. Kris drew in a labored, rattling breath; hoping to postpone reuniting with the Soul just a little bit longer. “We’re going to die…” Kris whimpered.
“Or one of you will,” thought the Soul, “that much is likely.”
Kris peered out from between their fingers and bangs, carmine eyes smoldering with a newfound irritation. “‘Likely’? So even you don’t know?”
“Whether you believe me or not, I know just as much as you do about the prophecy. Only Susie and Ralsei know for sure what the final part contains.” The glare continued, and the Soul bobbed up, as if to shrug.
The human’s eyes narrowed further. From what Kris could tell, the phantom only showed emotion when it wanted to; so the Dreemurr had no means of telling truth from falsehood. “Why didn’t you ask them what it said?”
“I couldn’t”
“Why not?” demanded Kris, voice just quieter than a yell.
“I don’t know.”
Kris lunged for the cage, hooking their fingers between the bars and shaking it violently, causing its prisoner to rattle about within. “Why not?! Why don’t you know?! What do you want from me?! Where-”
As quickly as it had begun, the outburst stopped. Kris went limp, falling forwards and banging their head against the corner of the room. The cage fell back into the wagon, landing on its side with a clatter.
The human was left leaning over cage and carrier, held semi-upright by the wall and their trembling legs. The impact brought pain, though it was easily drowned out by fatigue. Kris willed their heavy lungs to move, forcing in one ragged breath after another.
“I don’t know because I don’t know.” spoke the Soul; who seemed almost content to be sitting in its cell. “I wasn’t told anything when entering this world. All I know for certain is that my original vessel was taken from me, and I wound up in you instead.”
Kris was too tired to offer a response of any kind, so the Soul continued. “As for your other question: the only thing I want as of now, is for you and your friends to be happy.”
A laugh, hollow and strained, was ejected from Kris’ mouth; causing them to slide a ways down the wall.
“Laugh all you want,” the Soul replied; shining an indignant shade of red, “but it’s the truth. I’ve come to care for you and the others, and I know that our situation isn’t fair. It’s just that—for whatever reason—the journey can’t continue without me.”
The apparition rose to the front of the cage, pressing its visage against the locked door. “I swear to you that no harm shall come to your friends. Not if it is within my power to protect them.”
Kris thought to laugh again, but something other than weariness gave them pause for thought. Journeys of days past, and the feats accomplished within flooded their mind.
Every Darkner spared, every Fountain closed. Even the mad jester in dungeon dark, or the cruel king on castle’s top were shown mercy by the Soul.
But so what? It had admitted before to lacking complete choice or control. Wouldn't that mean that every life would have been saved whether it wanted it or not?
Except… that wasn’t true. Kris knew it wasn’t.
Just two nights ago, when the human first became a puppet, the Soul did battle with the bike-riding Prince of the Dark. It struck Lancer with Kris’ sword, only to pause mid-bout when the heir cried out in pain.
Lancer was quick to quip and smile, but the Soul saw all it needed to. After that, it showed only kindness to friend and foe alike. Aside from the Titan of course, but that hardly counted.
A warm red glow broke Kris from their thoughts, and they cursed themself for allowing their expression to soften. The Soul’s light felt happy, but in a way that was neither teasing or scornful. “No matter what you think about me, you too believe that the prophecy was bad, correct?”
Kris’ lips began to tremble. It was awful; the prophecy had to have been for Susie to have done what she did.
“Then don’t you also think that now’s the time?”
‘No…” croaked Kris. They would have shouted had they any breath to spare. The human adjusts their position; sliding down the wall and sitting upright beside the wagon. “I can’t. There’s too much she has… too much…”
“She has you. So does Ralsei”
Kris couldn’t even scowl. The time drew nearer. Any longer and they might not wake up again. “I… I wasn’t there for most of it.”
“You were there when it mattered.”
That wasn’t true. Kris couldn’t let it be true. So what if they could move their body sometimes? So what if they had managed to put stickers on her face, or pour punch into her mouth? Of what use to anyone was posing with Ralsei, or deliberately falling down beside him after he had been flattened?
Why would either of them care if…
If Kris had told Ralsei that it was okay not to smile?
What would it matter to Susie, if they had blocked a killing blow during their very first adventure?
Those times didn’t matter. Kris didn’t matter.
“Neither they, nor you need me to be a good friend. Had I never arrived, you would have figured things out, all by yourselves.”
Kris didn’t answer. Instead, they set the cage upright, opened the door, and cupped their hands beneath the Soul. It radiated a gentle heat, and patiently waited for Kris to place it back within their chest.
Control and feeling fled Kris’ body, leaving vigor in its wake. The Soul rose to Kris’ feet, its posture better than the human’s ever was. “We can talk more about this later.” Spoke the Soul, its voice sounding strange and filled with static.
The Soul willed Kris’ body to march them to bed, but was stopped in its tracks by a loud knock.
It originated, not from the bedroom door, but from downstairs. Kris’ hand instinctively went for their knife, only to remember that they hadn’t gotten it back from Susie after she used it to create a Dark Fountain.
The Soul exited the bedroom, and made it halfway towards the stairs when the visitor knocked again, loud enough for Kris to freeze in place. “What- What if it’s the Knight?” Asked the human, their words managing to tremble despite not being spoken.
Kris received no answer, and their body continued down the hall, then the steps, and through the kitchen and living room. The Soul stopped its vessel right in front of the door. Rain continued to batter the walls and windows outside, making identifying the new arrival impossible.
Kris’ trembling hand reached for the knob, and turned it.
A large silhouette filled the frame, obscured by rain and night. Water poured off its jacket, and pooled around a pair of untied boots. Its hair was wet and matted, spilling down the visitor’s back. And in its hand was clutched a gleaming silver knife.
Both human and spirit stood in unified surprise; eyes locked on the two things that hadn’t caused them to run back upstairs.
A pair of tired yellow eyes, and the small smile gracing the visitor’s snout.
Susie forced her grin wider, revealing more of her jagged teeth. “Hey…” Her greeting prompted only silence, so she grabbed the knife’s blade with her free hand, and offered the handle to Kris. “I uh, brought your knife back. Sorry for taking it.”
Kris accepted the knife, and the Soul put it away. More rain-filled silence followed.
After a full minute of quiet, Susie averted her gaze, and scratched the back of her neck. “See ya, I guess.”
The saurian turned back towards the stormy night, only for Kris to reach out and grab her by the sleeve. She looked back in surprise.
“Please stay.”
“Would you like to stay for a bit?” Kris was grateful the Soul hadn’t copied their words verbatim. The request would have sounded like a pitiful plea otherwise.
Susie glanced between Kris and the walkway leading back into the downpour, seeming hesitant to choose either option. “I’m kinda soaked, dude.”
The Soul put on a smile that Kris felt, and moved away from the door to allow the girl passage.
Susie seemed miffed by the gesture, but was quick to put on a smirk as she sauntered into the abode. “Alright. Not my fault if your stuff gets wet.”
“I’m more worried about the smell.” Kris remarked in a half-joking manner, only to start panicking when the Soul repeated their words aloud.
“Oh yeah?” said Susie with a devilish smile. She whips around and limply grabs the Soul by Kris’ shirt collar, shaking them a little. “It’s gonna smell like blood if you say that again!”
The human would’ve snickered if they were able; but suddenly, Susie stopped. It was only then that they realized the lizard was gripping the article with her right hand.
She looked down, relinquished her hold, and stood the straightest Kris had ever seen her stand. “Sorry…” the apology was equal parts whisper and rasp. Susie tapped the toes of her boots against the floor, watching as more water fell off her clothes and onto the ground. “Are you sure you want me to stay?”
The Soul nodded.
“Okay.” Susie sighed. The lizard shuffled over to the front of the couch, before sheepishly turning to Kris once again. “Can I get some towels or something? I don’t wanna get anything else wet.”
Kris’ body was wordlessly puppeted to the bathroom, and quickly returned. Susie snickered when she saw that the requested items were transported atop their head.
“You’re weir-” she catches herself, a look of shame flashing across her face before she accepts the towels. “Thanks.”
The monster girl laid one out on the couch cushions so she could sit, and used the other to start vigorously drying her hair.
Kris was sat down next to Susie, and found themself staring at her mahogany mane. So thorough were her movements, that her hair seemed almost completely dry when she pulled the towel away. Dry and… soft.
It required both the Soul and Kris’ wills for them not to reach out and touch fluffy mass.
Susie catches their gaze, and they look away, their eyes falling onto the now empty spot atop the TV stand. “Must feel weird not seeing him there,” rasped Susie, “I wish he was. I don’t really know what else to do right now.”
“We could just talk.” suggested the Soul.
Her shoulders slumped at the proposition. “Maybe…” Both Kris and the Soul waited patiently for Susie to continue. “I don’t, don’t want to talk. I just kinda suck at it.”
“That’s not true.” To the Soul’s surprise, it was Kris who spoke.
Susie noticed the human’s momentary change in tone, so the Soul was quick to clear Kris’ throat. “You are good at talking, and I like talking with you.”
Within Susie, something seemed to melt, causing a wave of fatigue to loosen her posture, and sink her into the couch. “You like talking to everybody.” she said with a lazy smile.
“Not everybody.”
Susie raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. “Oh yeah? Who?”
“Berdly.” spoke Kris and the Soul in unison.
A rasping laugh filled the living room as Susie slapped a hand over her eyes.
The sight and sound warmed Kris to their core, and they smiled.
“Wow,” spoke Susie with a final chuckle, “good to know the bar is set high.”
The Soul hunched Kris’ shoulders and averted its gaze. Could it have been embarrassed? “Okay, so maybe I do like talking to everybody. But I like spending time with you the most.”
Quiet again, and for a long while.
The Soul risked a glance, and saw Susie with a frown, hands on her knees, and hair fallen around her eyes. A single word—rough as gravel—slipped past her lips. “Why?”
Kris’ heart stopped when their hand was forced to rest atop Susie’s. She flinched, hands balling into fists, but she didn’t pull away.
The monster turned, and the human’s smile grew.
“Because you are wonderful.”
The words hung overhead like a meteor that threatened to end all life as they knew it.
Susie’s eyes went wide, pupils darting up and down, searching every inch of the human’s face for any signs of deceit.
Kris’ hands began to tremble, their mind racing. “It’s not going to tell her, is it?” A horrible, awful image of the specter holding hands with Susie hit the young Dreemurr like a freight train.
“I wouldn’t dare.” The Soul sounded almost insulted. “And I don’t have to.”
“What do you mean?” asked Kris. It was then that they felt something change. Something on the inside.
“Just a moment,” answered the Soul. For the first time since meeting the ghost, Kris swore that its words sounded strained. “I’m not sure how long I can do this for. It’s up to you now.”
In an instant, everything went back to normal. Normal, normal. Kris began to slouch, abandoning the perfect posture they were usually forced to assume. They gazed down at their free hand, flexing its digits and holding the appendage up to their face.
For the first time in what had felt like eternity, they could move; and without hindrance to their autonomy or stamina. The possibilities seemed endless. They could ride a bike, go for a swim, explore every nook and cranny of the woods outside!
They could-! They could…
Kris would have collapsed from overstimulation if they weren’t already sitting down.
“Dude!” It was only then that Kris realized that Susie had them by the shoulders, and was shaking them back and forth. “Are you good? Say something!”
The Dreemurr managed to nod their head, which felt strange for how little effort it took. “I’m… I’m okay.”
Susie stilled, and let out a sigh. “Then what the heck was that? Did you have a stroke or something?”
“Or something.” replied Kris instinctively.
The monster girl equipped a dry smile and elbowed Kris in the arm. “Alright, dork. Sorry for worrying about you.”
“Thanks.” Kris smiled as they rubbed the point of impact. It hurt, but in a good way.
Both they and Susie went back to staring at and doing nothing in particular, though their thoughts were far from empty. The Soul’s words echoed around Kris’ head; somehow sounding louder than when they were first conveyed.
Kris couldn’t. They shouldn’t. Susie already had enough to deal with, and it would be selfish of them to burden her further with their feelings. It would be better if nothing was said at all.
But would it really? A sickly void began to form in the pit of Kris’ stomach; one that brought back some grim memories.
Memories of words never said, promises never made. Memories of regret, anger, sorrow, and everything in between.
Memories of someone who was there, until they weren’t.
Kris placed a hand against their heart, its steady beating reminding the human that they were alive. Though for how much longer, Kris couldn’t be sure.
It was now or never.
Susie shifted in her seat. “I uh, should probably get going.” She started rising to her feet, but was held back by yet another tug of the sleeve.
“Are we friends?” croaked Kris.
“No duh.” Susie scoffed, though the sound came out stilted, unassured. The lizard flopped back onto the couch, one of her arms resting on the furniture’s back, and a little closer to Kris. “Of course we’re friends, dummy.”
Kris nodded. The answer seemed so obvious—even to them—but hearing it was reassuring nonetheless. “Okay. Am I… a good friend?”
Susie’s smile twitched, brow furrowing. “Totally. Do you even have to ask?”
Kris nodded again, and drew in a rattling breath. “I uh… can I tell you something?”
Hot air erupted from Susie’s nostrils, and she grabbed Kris by the shoulders. “Okay, what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night.” Quivering red eyes peaked out from between the human’s bangs, though no answer was uttered.
“Are you sick? Or in trouble?” Susie pressed on, struggling to keep her words from becoming a growl. “Is this about the-” She stopped, words catching in her throat; though Kris was more than certain as to what they were.
“Yes- no- I don’t-” Kris swallowed, feeling like they were on the verge of throwing up. “I… I like you.”
And there it was. Kris felt vulnerable; like an exposed nerve or a bleeding heart ripped free from its ribcage. Susie looked away, lessened her grip on their shoulders, and opened her mouth to break the silence. “I-”
Except Kris wouldn’t let her. They couldn’t. “That’s just something I've been meaning to get off my chest. I won’t get mad if you say no.”
Susie scrunched up her face, the expression punching a hole directly through Kris’ heart. “Okay,” the girl continued, “I-”
“I-I-It’s not that I’d be happy, either, it’s just…” Kris cut in again. Their shoulders hunched, and they craned their neck towards their lap; fingers frantically drumming on their knees as the words tripped over each other while tumbling out their mouth.
“I’ll be fine. I am fine. I’m fine with being- I want us to stay friends.” The sickening sensation returned with a vengeance, prompting Kris to fold their arms over their stomach. “But, uh, I get it if you don’t want to be friends anymore either. I’m sorry. What I said was stupid. I’m stupid. I-”
All of the air in Kris’ lungs was violently squeezed out. Susie was hugging them. “Shut up,” she rasped, “just… please shut up.”
Kris did as asked, though not without confusion. Their face was pressed up against Susie’s shoulder, the rain on her jacket wetting their already tear smeared visage.
The scent of rain and incense enveloped Kris with every inhale, filling them with a sense of unparalleled ease.
Susie let out a heavy sigh. Kris felt her body tremble all around them. The saurian pulled away from the Dreemurr, holding them at arm’s length. Her lips quivered ever so slightly, and her glaring eyes glistened.
“You’re not stupid, stupid.” spoke Susie, voice halfway between a whimper and a growl. “You’re-” she winced, though at what, Kris couldn’t tell. “You’re my friend. My best friend.”
And at once, all was right with the world.
Kris exhaled deeply, only then realizing that they were holding their breath. Millions of pounds lifted from their shoulders, and if the night had ended there, it still would have been one of the best in Kris’ life.
But it didn’t, for Susie kept speaking.
“You’re the first person to really care about me.” She cast her gaze to the side. “I mean, your mom is nice; but she hasn’t shown me stuff like you have. And I’m not just talking about the Dark Worlds and junk. You…”
She trailed off, and redirected her gaze to her hands. They were still gripping Kris’ shoulders. Susie began pulling them away, only for the human to grab her by the forearm.
The selfish act left Kris with the familiar sting of shame in their stomach, though it quickly vanished before Susie’s smile.
“You showed me that there was more to… me.” She tightened her grip on Kris, as if to anchor herself to them. “I don’t feel like I have to be a jerk anymore. Or a bully. I probably would’ve skipped town by the end of the month if it wasn’t for you.”
Kris felt their stomach lurch at the thought of Susie leaving, and at the thought that followed after. “But… why? What did I even do?”
Susie gave them a quizzical look. “What do you mean what’d you do? You did everything!” The words made Kris’ heart sink. They believed wholeheartedly she was exclusively referring to the Soul’s accomplishments.
The lizard noticed the sadness on Kris’ face and smirked. “What? You want an actual list?” She started counting on her claws before Kris could answer. “You drink juice with me, you took me to the diner, you saved my freaking life when you blocked that hit from King, and…”
Susie paused again, averting her gaze and rubbing a hand on the back of her neck. “And, you uh… put stickers on my face.”
Kris’ eyes went wide. Every action that Susie had listed, was done by Kris. The Soul might have walked from their house to the diner, but it was Kris who had “borrowed” from Asriel and drew on the window with Susie.
She couldn’t have known about the Soul, and yet—out of all the battles she and it have endured together—those moments were the ones Susie chose to remember. And was she blushing?
Her face did seem a shade darker than usual. Nonsense, Kris must have been hallucinating.
“So uh… yeah,” Susie’s face hardened, and she turned to face Kris once more, eyes blazing with a newfound vigor. “You’re not stupid. And…” she swallowed hard, “I like you too.”
Kris stopped breathing. Out of any of the millions of things that could have been swirling through their head at that very moment, the only concept with any real solidity to it was a short, and painfully simple: “Oh.”
Susie clamped her hands back down on the human’s shoulders; the contact bringing a pain that was both clarifying and reassuring. “So you’re not allowed to diss yourself like that anymore; cause I only like the best. Got that, punk?”
Kris couldn’t really tell why it happened. Maybe it was because Susie saying punk made her sound like a crotchety old woman. Or perhaps her flaring nostrils and hardened brow had something to do with it. Or it could have just been all of the stress from earlier that night rolling right off the human’s shoulders.
Whatever the reason may be, shortly after Susie’s confession, Kris started laughing.
It was a small, almost timid sound at first; though it quickly rose in both volume and enthusiasm. Kris tilted back their head, their hoots and hollers practically leaping from their smiling mouth.
“Hey,” whined a hurt-looking Susie, “c-cut it out! I’m not used to-” She failed to finish the thought, for it was Kris’ turn to surprise her with a hug.
Well, it was really more of a tackle. Susie was pushed onto her back, surprised by the giggling human’s strength. Kris continued to cackle atop Susie’s stomach, their entire body shaking and sending pleasant vibrations throughout her person.
It didn’t take long for the wingless dragon to return the embrace, and start laughing in kind.
The guffaw lasted for what felt like hours, till eventually it tapered out, and the pair was left in companionable silence once more.
Kris was smiling the widest they ever had in a long time. As they nestled further against Susie, their mind lazily drifted to a fact they heard about reptiles being cold-blooded.
It seemed more nonsense than fact now, for Susie’s presence seemed to vanquish all cold as her smile did darkness.
“So,” said Kris, their fingers tangling in Susie’ hair, “are we… dating now?” It felt silly for the notion to fill their stomach with butterflies, but it happened nonetheless.
Susie let loose one last chuckle, which sounded as giddy as her gravely voice would allow. “I guess so.” Then she turned away, her smile remaining, though not in her eyes. “We uh… don’t have to do anything though. Not if you don’t want.”
A knot appeared in Kris’ stomach, and they propped their chin on Susie’s chest to look her in the eye. “What do you mean? Like, kissing?”
“Well, yeah,” said Susie, “just… y’know. Not in public.”
The statement screwed up Kris’ face even further. “Why not?”
“Cause I’m me.” Susie declared; with more than a little annoyance. “I’m ’the mean girl’. Don’t you care if anyone sees you with me?”
“You’re not mean.” Kris replied instinctively.
“I am though!” Rumbled Susie, her voice rising in volume. “I make threats, I hit you, I call you names…” Fresh tears—small though they may be—began to well in the saurian’s eyes. “I don’t even know why you wanna be with me in the first place.”
It took all the will in Kris’ heart for them to not start running their mouth, blathering on about how amazing and fantastical and perfect Susie was. It may be difficult, but this situation clearly required a more delicate approach.
“Okay,” breathed Kris, mentally rifling through each of Susie’s statements, “so you think I shouldn’t be with you because you make threats you don’t follow up on?”
Kris waited for a response, but Susie just grimaced. The human continued. “And because you bump my shoulders a few times?”
Her expression softened, spurring Kris further forwards. “Or because you call me weird or a dork? Even though I am weird, and a dork?”
That one got a snicker. Kris moved their arms from around Susie and cupped her cheeks with their hands. The lizard went completely ridged as she stared into the human’s softly smiling face.
“You can act mean,” spoke Kris, their voice tender, “but I know you don’t mean it.”
“But- But sometimes I do.” Susie croaked.
Kris shrugged. “Nobody’s perfect, but we try anyways.” Tears began to flow freely once more; both from their eyes and hers. “And when you try, you win; even though it seems like you really shouldn’t.”
Susie tightened her hold on Kris, bringing the pair closer still.
“And watching you do anything…” whispered Kris, “It keeps me going. I never thought I’d be able to play the piano ever again, or do pretty much anything else. But you… you were…”
Had it been any other year, month, week or night, finding the one word to describe the beautiful person resting beneath them would have been hard for Kris. But it seems that the stars have aligned in their favor for once.
“Wonderful.”
They embraced, chins on each other’s shoulders. Susie began to tremble, choked sobs spilling from her open maw. “S-Screw you! You’re making me cry…”
“I’m not sorry.” muttered Kris, who was biting back sobs of their own.
The tearful exchange didn’t last long, which was probably due to the heightened emotions both of them had been experiencing all night.
“So… you're cool with going out in public?” asked Susie.
The human nodded into her shoulder, still holding her tight. “Totally. Not like it’ll change much anyways. You may be the mean girl, but I’ve been the weird kid since forever.”
“Seems about right.”
“Jerk.”
“Wuss.”
Kris sighed against her ear, having resigned themself to falling asleep atop the violet lizard, until she spoke up once more. “What happens now?”
“We could kiss.” joked Kris.
Well, half-joked.
Susie lifted Kris up a ways, greeting their mild surprise with a wide, toothy grin. “Do you want a kiss?” Kris equipped a crooked smile, and nodded eagerly. “Alright, freak.”
And then their lips met. It was gentle, sweet. What Kris hadn’t expected was for Susie’s upper snout to be pressing into their eyes the entire time.
Kris and Susie pulled away, the latter licking her lips a little. “That felt weird.”
“Yeah.” said Kris.
“Wanna do that again?”
“Yeah.” said Kris.
And so they did. Over, and over again, till their movements grew sluggish, and eyelids became heavy. In no time at all, the lovers were dragged into a wonderful, dreamless sleep.
Bonus Scene
Kris awoke in a panic. The sun’s golden glow poured freely through every window, and Susie was fast asleep beneath them, with a smile on her maw. Neither image, however picturesque, could still the human’s racing mind.
“Good morning sleepyhead.” spoke the Soul, who wasn’t even trying to hide how smug it felt. “Looks like you two did figure it out. Who could’ve known?”
“Oh no,” was all Kris could manage as a response.
The Soul sort of sighed. “Yeah, I know. Looks like you’re stuck with me again. I’m honestly surprised I was able to keep us separated for that long, but it seems like you made the most of it, so I’m not complaining.”
“I’m not talking about you.” Kris mentally spat.
“Oh? Then what…”
It was only then that the specter realized what had happened.
A blanket had been draped over Kris and Susie.
The Soul sort of whistled. “Well, I didn’t put that there. So I suppose that means-”
“Mom knows.”