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“You weren’t Kris yesterday in that city, were you? And you’re not Kris now.” Despite their heaves of breath, Kris still wore the eerie dead eyed expression on their face. It was different from the one they had when they first moved to Hometown—that one, although was their default, often molded and changed into normal expressions of joy and fear, sorrow and mischief. This new face that sat in Kris’ skin was as robotic as it was uncanny, and they moved like old claymation, staggering and jerky.
“But you were Kris last night. So how do I find Kris again?”
or: Noelle is going to get her friend back, even if she has to claw it out of them.
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It’s a warm summer afternoon, the sky cloudless blue and the grass streaked yellow like drying paint, when you and Susie start walking together towards the edge of the world.
It’s no good to put people on pedestals. Everyone in Hometown says otherwise--that this time they’ll get it right, this time the pedestal will fit, this time the golden child will stay gold--but you’ve seen what it did to Asriel, and you’re a little tired of trophies and placards on the wall. It’d be unfair to Susie, to raise her up higher than anyone can reach when all she wants is to be around everyone.
So it’s no good to say holy things like "you’re the best person I’ve ever met" and "I want to be around you forever" and "I wish I was like you."
But when Susie sighs a breath and mutters, “Man... this town is Goddamn weird, huh?” you can’t help but laugh.
(OR: after the Roaring, the betrayals, and the Angel's ascension to Godhood, Susie sees Kris off on a summer road trip with Dess out of Hometown. Too bad there's nothing past Hometown.)
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- Part 3 of From The Dark Water
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Noelle and Kris talk after a very long day. Neither of them really want to. All they've got is each other.
She studied the side of their face, the only part she could see from her angle. It was strange, seeing the blue tint to their skin. It was fitting, somehow. They looked cold. She saw a muscle in their cheek jump, their lips screwed into a thin line. She stared at their profile, and almost didn't notice the shadow move next to them. Out of the corner of her eye, the darkness seemed to shift. It changed shape languidly, almost fluid.
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She feels like something has clicked right into place. Like a dislocated joint was yanked back, how it used to be before.
It hurts.
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- Part 2 of the distance between
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Dess Holiday has been missing for six years. Sometimes, Noelle thinks she’s learned to live with it. But most of the time, she knows better.
Here’s a secret: you wish she was dead, sometimes.
Series
- Part 1 of My Deltarune Fics