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Kris felt hollow.
This was not a new feeling for them, unfortunately. But ripping one’s own SOUL out does have some consequences.
Now you might ask: “Why are you ripping your own SOUL out, Kris?”, and that’s a fair question. The answer was that two days ago, Kris’ SOUL had decided to not act like Kris at all, and take control of their body, forcing them to do horrible things.
What kind of horrible things?
Talking to people.
Oh, it was unbearable. Their SOUL dragged them around town, talking to anybody and everybody on the street! They even willingly chose to interact with Berdly! It was pure torture.
So, in such cruel conditions, can anyone really blame Kris for wanting a break? No, I think not.
Which leads us to now.
Kris was over at their friend Noelle’s house. Officially, Kris, Noelle, and another friend, Susie, were there to work on a group project for school. Unofficially, Kris and Susie were there searching for an access code to the emergency shelter south of town. More unofficially, Kris already knew the code while their SOUL did not. And that was not something Kris wanted to change.
So when no one was looking, Kris had just…popped their SOUL out and stuffed it in a box. And then they chose to do the first thing anyone would do after having their free will restored.
They went to the kitchen to make a tall glass of chocolate milk.
Truly, their priorities were in perfect order.
It did also put them in the position they wanted to be in. Kris was expecting a call soon, one that they didn’t want Susie, Noelle, or the SOUL overhearing. With the SOUL boxed up, and Susie and Noelle mutually distracting each other, it was the perfect time for receiving secret information. They set their cell phone on the counter, ready for the important call.
So of course, that’s when the kitchen door burst open.
“Kris!” Susie exclaimed, marching towards the counter where Kris was preparing the chocolate milk. “We need to talk.”
“Susie!” Kris spoke hoarsely. Oh right, they hadn’t had control of their vocal cords in three days.
Kris coughed.
“Aren’t you supposed to be distracting Noelle?” they said.
“What? Oh, she’s getting supplies out of her room. Anyway, it’s about last night.” Susie said.
Ooh, not good. See, last night, Susie had slept over at Kris’ house. And while she was asleep Kris may have…pierced the veil between reality and dreams, creating a fountain of darkness that warped the living room into a twisted gameshow hosted by Kris’ own TV. And that may have led to them nearly getting killed by someone called The Roaring Knight who had previously opened two other Dark Fountains.
No biggie.
“So, something’s been bothering me. How exactly did a Dark Fountain appear in your living room?” Susie began.
“Cause the door was locked when I passed out. And the only other people who were there were you and your mom.” She continued.
“Uhh…" Kris said.
“And your mom doesn’t know how to make a Dark Fountain.” Susie finished.
“Susie, what are you-“ Kris started.
“Don’t try to deny it! You made a Dark Fountain!” Susie yelled.
“But...but, this is crazy, I didn’t do it!” Kris said, trying to sound innocent.
Suddenly, Kris’ phone rang. It buzzed once, then twice, then a third time before stopping.
“This is Kris Dreemurr, leave a message, I probably won’t listen to it.” The prerecorded answering message rang out.
Both of them stared at the phone.
“Hey Kris, it’s The Knight, the one you opened a fountain in your living room for.”
Susie turned to stare at Kris.
“Yeah, I just wanted to say thanks again for opening the fountain, the Dark Fountain.”
Kris started sweating and tried to turn the phone off.
“I got Undyne in the shelter now and I…uh…just wanted to say thanks again for opening the fountain. The Dark Fountain. ”
Kris was now frantically trying to end the message. As if somehow knowing that this was going to happen, the person on the other end starting talking faster.
“That-let-me-kidnap-Undyne-who-is-now-in-the-shelter-goodbye.”
The message ended, the dial tone ringing in the silence.
“Uh…don’t…don’t you just hate wrong numbers?” Kris tried.
“YOU’RE WORKING WITH THE KNIGHT!?” Susie yelled.
Oh, this is going to hurt.
Outside the window hiding in the bushes, a figure lowered the cell phone they had against their ear.
“Heh, all part of the Plan. It all Comes Together. Soon I will have The Beard.” The Roaring Knight, Jockington, spoke.