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Summary:

In the middle of chapter 2’s weird route, Kris finally has enough of the soul’s idiocy. How will the player survive the teen’s wrath now that they’re merely a human like them ?

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Kris rips out the soul before snow grave and something unexpected happens.

Notes:

Hey there, this is my first fic, so I wanted to make a few things clear:

- this is not a ship centered fic, but rather a take at what I think could happen if the soul was ripped out in a darkworld.
- in this fic, the soul is considered a lightner-darkner hybrid, since it is technically a sentient object. the soul is also supposed to represent a cleric/angel character, if this does not fit your headcanon, then you are free to leave, but please do not criticize me
- Engish is not my first language
- this is a really short work, but the chapters will get longer with time, /trust

with that in mind, enjoy! :D

Chapter 1: From a god to a..scared teen ?

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It was just a normal run of chapter 2’s timeline, well, as normal as the weird route could get. The soul was dragging a begrudging Kris along as a fairly traumatized Noelle followed along. This was, what ? The third time the player had restarted the run, and when Kris saw Berdly around the corner, they knew what was coming, and they were not letting it happen again.

As they slowed down, both Noelle and the soul perked up, confused. “K-kris, what are you doing?” they both echoed, curious, but the knight said nothing, as they raised their right hand slowly. The soul cursed as they watched the teen’s hand plug into their chest cavity while poor Noelle screamed. “Oh my angel, Kris!”/ “Holy shit Kris!”

The soul tried to wriggle away as it was slowly pulled out by the human’s hand, and from the red heart sprouted a slightly smaller, redder human-shaped being. They were slimmer than Kris, but still pretty androgenous in shape, dressed in what looked like some sort of pellum, a heart shaped locket tied to their neck. Kris scruffed then like an over grown cat, now fully conscious and in control of their body as they looked at this person that looked straight out of a greek play. The Soul looked up and gulped as they locked eyes with the angry teen. “K-kris, buddy, friend, kiddo- l-lets talk about this!-”