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an attempt at understanding

Summary:

Kris doesn't like Soul.

The soul wants Kris to understand that it isn't a threat, and in fact is trying to look out for them.

Notes:

this is my first work for this fandom, and this is solely my headcanon of how the soul and kris interact with each other if you choose to do the pacifist/normal route of the game

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You knew that Kris didn’t like you.

 

You didn’t care.

 

You were promised a vessel and instead was shoved inside the body of this teenager.

 

But regardless, you weren’t going to punish them for this. Kris was innocent. And even though you knew they didn’t like you and were wary of you, you never used their body to harm others. You promised yourself that no matter what happens, you wouldn’t cause more pain in this kid’s life than they already had gone through.

 

Even when Kris forcefully pulled you out of their body and threw you and hit you, you never retaliated. It wasn’t right. Once you finished helping them and their friends seal the fountain, then their quest would be over and they’d be free of you.

 

Right now you were locked inside the cage and you were slamming against the bars while Kris was in the bathroom downstairs to brush their teeth. You knew they could hear you too. When they came back upstairs, they grumbled something under their breath and unlocked the cage. With no hands or mouth you couldn’t communicate anything to them. You couldn’t tell them that you cared for them, wanted them and their friends to be safe. 

 

You couldn’t even say that you were trying to protect them.

 

Kris tried to grab you to shove you back into their chest, but you pulled away, moving from left to right as a means to tell them “No.”

 

They looked at you, annoyed and confused.

 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” they asked, “I didn’t ask for you to control my damn body and yet you won’t leave. Why can’t you leave?!”

 

You lower yourself a little before floating up to their cheek, pressing yourself against their skin as a means to show even the tiniest bit of affection. 

 

“What are you doing?” they asked. You float a little down and press against their shoulder, moving up and down slightly as a type of nuzzle.

 

“Oh…” Kris says, slowly realizing what you’re trying to do. They awkwardly place a hand on you, gentle and cautious.

 

Communication was nearly impossible, but this you were able to do. To attempt to show them that you weren’t a threat, regardless of whether they believed it or not.

 

“I wish I could understand what your intentions with me are. Sure, you don’t use my body to hurt anyone, but what if you change your mind? What if you get bored and start…using me to hurt Susie, Ralsei, Noelle, or anyone? How can I be sure that you’re not….that you won’t…”

 

You wanted to sigh to yourself. Kris wasn’t cruel at heart and you knew that. Even though they had just as much capability to be cruel like everyone else, ultimately you were the one who could force them against their will to harm others. And there was nothing they could do about it.

 

But you could. And you chose to be kind, and chose to allow Kris to be kind too.

 

You knew this was almost like a fucked up hostage situation. Even despite your refusal to harm Kris or use their body to harm others, the fact of the matter was that you still controlled their body and they were terrified.

 

“I can’t even ask you if you plan on hurting me, because for all I know you could be lying,” they said quietly. You still pressed yourself against their shoulder, trying to – without words – assure them that you weren’t a threat. However, without any ways to express your intentions, Kris was fully left in the dark on that matter.

 

Kris eventually shoved you back into their chest, and you had them go to bed to rest for the night. Despite being essentially one with them, you couldn’t hear their hopes and dreams. You didn’t know what they really thought, you didn’t know if they ever could learn to trust you. 

 

Hopefully they would, perhaps. But that was left to the hands of fate.