Chapter Text
The door to Kris's room slammed behind them, shaking the entire room.
Toriel had left to run some errands (fortunately nothing to do with that damn comedian), so they didn't need to worry about making noise.
They were home all alone. Well, of course except the creature that resided in their chest.
Though they weren't sure if they should still call it a 'creature', after all when it got the chance to talk to them using that weird terminal in the dark world it seemed to have at least some emotions. It even seemed like it was sorry and wanted to be their friend.
Maybe it wasn't that bad.
They reached into their chest, and as usual ripped the red heart out, though this time their grip was slightly looser than before, as they learnt it could apparently feel pain.
They stared at 'their' soul
All of this was weird.
They were assured that it wasn't sentient, a force of chaos incapable of thought.
How much of what they were told about it was actually true?
As they pondered these questions they absent mindedly dragged their nail on the soul in their hand.
"!"
Kris felt a sudden push against their hand, bringing them back down to earth.
Had they accidentally hurt it? It didn't look to be damaged.
Did they scare it? It didn't look scared.
They lightly scratched it again, only to be met with the same reaction.
The soul trembled as it saw Kris smirk mischievously. "Ticklish?" they teased.
They could feel it try to escape but their grip was firm, it wasn't going anywhere.
The brunette reached out their other hand hovering their fingers right above the hearts surface (skin? Shell? Outer layer?) "what? Don't tell me the thing that took down a titan is scared of a little tickling" they mock.
Fortunately for the soul it was already red, but if it wasn't it would definitely be blushing.
It shook in their hand, doing it's best to communicate "please don't" with the limited communication abilities, but it's attempts were cut short by Kris's fingers digging into it's flat side.
Kris tickled the heart, constantly changing their approach, sometimes drawing circles with their finger and suddenly switching to wildly scratching it, catching their friend off guard.
Did they just mentally call it a 'friend'?
They decided to leave that thought for later as they noticed the soul emit a pulsating light, is this how it laughs?
A single finger dragged across the surface of the soul starting at the very edge and slowly moving across, Kris's eyes focused intently on the thing in their palm, judging its reactions, looking for any weak points.
The soul felt it should be mad, but having Kris's full undivided attention kinda felt nice, their beautiful red eyes...
!!!
They found a weak spot, right through the middle. Their eyes lit up "oooh~ I think i found a sweet spot".
Their nails immediately went to work on the sensitive area, scratching, pinching all of it making the soul light up so bright they couldn't look directly at it.
The soul felt like it was gonna go crazy, completely powerless to escape the long black nails tormenting them, or even to protest against the torture.
Well it didn't really feel like torture, actually it was kinda having fun, but a break definitely wouldn't hurt.
Kris decided their poor prisoner/puppeteer had enough (for now) and finally stopping the tickling, gently laying the soul on the carpet.
It didn't breathe, yet somehow it felt out of breath. Usually it would float but it was way to exhausted to move at all.
"You alright?" Kris asked to which it responded with movement it hoped would be interpreted as a nod. "That's good" the brunette sighed with a goofy grin still shining on their face, "I'm gonna put you back now, ok?" To their surprise it didn't protest instead it nuzzled into their chest, it's warmth pressed up against them made them feel in ways they never expected to feel about the thing possessing them.
They gently pushed it into their body, immediately feeling their limbs stiffen, but maybe this time it wouldn't be as bad since the thing inside of them was now a friend, or so they thought.
They were confused to say the least when they walked to their bed and sat down, before they could ask any questions they felt their hands move to their sides.
Fuck
They should have expected this