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A Δ in the waves of the endless abyss.

Written by catconsumer1997.

Act 1

“Introductions”

A bright red sedan rushes down the road. In it, are three teenagers. A human, and two monsters. The human’s name is Kris, and the monster’s names are Susie and Noelle, respectively. Behind them is two police cars, sirens blaring.
“Kris, what the hell are you doing!?” Susie screamed.
Kris mumbles something.
“Uhh… Kris…? They’re kinda gaining on us!” Noelle screamed, directly into Kris’ right ear.
Kris turns to look at Noelle, before they accidentally turn the steering wheel to the right.
“Kris?! Kris! Look at the damn road!” Susie yells, before…

SLAM

The sedan crashes right into a large pine tree. The airbags inflate in the car. The police yell at them to come out, with a police officer staying at the police cruiser to call the paramedics. Kris and Susie step out of the car, barely wounded.
“Oh my god… OH MY GOD MY ARM!” Noelle screams from the backseat. Her arm had been lodged in between the front seat and the back part of the centre console.
“Alright, where are the PUNKS that did this?!” Officer Undyne yells. She spots them next to the crashed vehicle, handcuffed by two police officers. She walks over to them.
“You two PUNKS are gonna get at least five years in pris-” She stops. “Wait… aren’t you the Dreemurr kid?” She points at Kris. They nod ever so slightly.
“Asgore’s not gonna be happy with that… that is his car, right?” Undyne says slightly quieter than usual.
“And you, the purple girl. I’ve seen you before…” Undyne says, before a look of recognition appears on her face. “You’re that PUNK who stole from that convenience store! Why I oughta-”
Noelle’s cries for help drown out anything she says.
“Ugh! Why does EVERYONE always interrupt my TALKING!” Undyne complains. She walks over to the car. The two police officers move Kris and Susie into separate police cars.

Undyne kept to her word. The judge ruled for a sentence of five years for the each of them, by the suggestion of Undyne that is it would be “really fucking funny”.

10 Years Later.

A lackey tugs a man by the ear. The man is just an up-and-coming young businessman, in a dark blue tuxedo and dress pants. He is just a normal man, aside from the fact that he crossed someone nobody should ever cross.
“Ooohhhh… da boss hates people who don’t pay ‘em back.” The lackey said in a stereotypical Brooklyn accent.
“Unhand me right now! I’m telling you, I can pay in a few days! J-Just give me a couple more hours, at least!” The scared businessman said, his voice trembling.
Large double doors opened to a small room, with a desk, a chair, a side room, and a giant glass window. In that desk sat the most ruthless mafia boss the world had ever seen. She was known across the New York Tri-state area for her deadliness, and her lack of empathy or remorse. She had been in power for just over three years, and had already killed over one hundred people, many of them just people with no food or money.

“Please, I can-” The businessman pleaded.

“Save it for god.” The mafia boss spoke. She stood up, straightened out her skirt, and pulled out a 1911 pistol from underneath her desk. She pulled back her sleeves, and held the pistol with her strangely shiny arm. Her lifeless eyes showed no remorse as she walked in front of the man, and pulled the trigger. The man was killed in an instant. She told her lackey to clean up the mess, and she walked back to her desk. She put the pistol back under her desk, and rinsed her hands using a small sink installed on the left side of her desk. She pulled on the neck of her red-and-green checkerboard sweater, and used her slightly still wet hands to wet a small part of her hair into place. She arched her back into perfect posture, and began looking through files.

Her name is Noelle Holiday. She is twenty-six years old, and has killed hundreds of people. She wears a red-and-green checkerboard sweater, with a black short skirt. Underneath, she dons a black shirt with a blue Scorpio symbol on it, seemingly referencing something. She has yellow hair, styled into a ponytail with bangs in front, brownish-blue antlers, a red nose, and a slender figure.

She stands up from her desk, and walks over to the side room, and turns the light on. The floor is a pool-table green, and the walls and ceiling are a beautiful burgundy colour, and made out of wood. She walks over to a metal file cabinet, and opens it with a small key that sits atop the file cabinet. She pulls out a picture of someone she once knew… and pinned it to a corkboard, and tied a red string to a location on a map. She sighs, her eyelids lowering slightly and she looks away.

“Oh, Kris… Where in the world are you…”

…

“Hey! In the name of the law, STOP!” The girl screams. She runs up to the burglar, and tackles them. The burglar falls on their stomach, and the girl puts a heavy dark purple boot on their back, before bending over and handcuffing them. She then grabs them, and lifts them up with only her hand. She holds the burglar over her shoulder, before aggressively throwing them in a cop car. She gets in the car, and turns the key. It doesn’t turn on. She turns it again. Nothing happens.

“Uhh… I-I think you’re flooding the engine.” The burglar meekly says. She turns her head very slowly to glare at them, rage in her eyes. The engine suddenly turns on. She looks back. The girl presses the gas pedal, and starts driving back to the police station.

Her name is Susie…
What was her last name again?
Ah, yes.
Her name is Susie Dreemurr. She has recently turned twenty-seven years old, and is Hometown’s strongest police officer. She wears a purple jacket, a white shirt, and ripped jeans when not on the job. She has long purple hair, dark pink skin, and a snout. She does not have a slender figure in the slightest; she is a powerhouse of muscle and hope. She was adopted by the Dreemurr family five years prior.

The car arrives at a grey and blue building labeled “Police Station”. Susie presses the brake pedal before taking the key out of the ignition, stepping out of the car, and opening the back door. She grabs the burglar by their collar, and with the burglar’s shirt clenched in her hand, she opens the door to the police station.

“oh. hi susie.” A nervous, ghostly voice softly says.

Susie walks over to the cells at the back of the building.

“Hey Napstablook! How’s the paperwork comin’ along?” Susie says, donning a remorseful look on her face, her malice towards the robber disappearing instantly. She suddenly throws the robber through an open jail cell door.

“oh. fine i guess…”

Susie walks over to Napstablook and she has a confused look on her face as she examines them, before putting her hand on where she thinks their shoulder is.

“Blooky… If you don’t want to do paperwork, that’s fine. Just come talk to me, I mean, I have been the Head Police Officer for two years now.” Susie says, compassion in her voice.

“it’s fine…” Blooky responds in a deadpan voice.

“Just… Tell me, OK?” Susie says, a sad look on her face, before she pulls her hand back and walks away. She walks over to the right side of the building, into a small office. Inside is a blue desk, a worn navy leather chair with the name “Undyne” scratched on, and a small file cabinet under the desk. On top of the desk is a small black work laptop. Susie sits down at her desk, and she opens her laptop. A pensive look appears on her face, before she closes the laptop and reaches down to her file cabinet. She pulls out a yellow folder, with the name “Kris Dreemurr” written on the label. She opens the file to reveal several police documents, a picture of them taken at Susie’s adoption, and a small business card. She picks up the business card with her large fingers, and reads it. “Need Money? Call this number:” The number is smudged out, and a new number was written on it in red pen. On the back was a small christmas tree and a note written in red pen. “Call me if you want to find them.” Susie takes a large cell phone out of her pocket and dials the number. She starts to sweat as the phone rings.

“I haven’t talked to her in years… I hope she still rememb- we dated for a few months, of course she remembers me…” Susie thought, before the other end answered, and she goes silent. A bright, cheery voice talks on the other end.

“Hello?
...Susie?”
…

A figure dons a raincoat outside of a bar in Northern Ontario, Canada. The mysterious individual walked inside the bar. The barkeep, a man with a strange, almost artificial purple flame as his head, looks at the figure with recognition. The hooded creature sits down on a stool. The barkeep walks over to them.

“The usual, eh?” The barkeep says, with the tone as if he were talking to someone he’d known all his life. The figure does not respond. “I’ll take that as a yes.” The barkeep says, before grabbing a pint glass and filling it up with beer. The figure sighs and takes off their hood. Long, ruffled brown hair flows down to their shoulders, and their eyes are covered by shadow. Their name…

...is Kris Dreemurr.

They are twenty-six years old, and have been drinking for eight of those years. They broke out of the Hometown prison the night of their eighteenth birthday, and fled to Canada during the dead of the night. They arrived in Toronto a week later, before moving north to get to a town where they wouldn’t be recognized. Shortly after, they began drinking, and eventually got addicted. They don a tan hooded raincoat, and brown pants. Underneath the raincoat is a beat-up green sweater with a single light green stripe around the middle.

They reach into the pocket of their raincoat, and pull out a small picture. It is a small picture of them standing next to Susie and Noelle. The bartender brings over a glass of whiskey. He notices the picture before asking something. “Who are those two, anyway? I’ve seen you holdin’ that picture many a time, eh?” Kris looks up at him. They open their mouth, and utter something quietly.

“They a- were my friends.”

“Your friends, eh? Where they at?” The barkeep asks.

“Hometown.” The bartender looks at them with a confused look. “It’s near Boston.”

“Boston… I’ve been there a couple times… Why don’t you go an’ visit them?” The bartender asks, but he already knew the answer.

“I don’t have any money.” Kris responds, grief in their voice, and a tinge of dishonesty in the back of their throat. The barkeep looks at them with empathy, before taking a deep breath.

“Look, I’ve been in your situation before, kid. Look at me, I’m in my late 40’s and I run a goddamn bar. I drank for over half my life, and now I’m stuck in a dead-end job at a failing business.” He sighs. “I’ll help you get to Boston. Come by my house tomorrow, and we’ll drive to Boston.” The barkeep looks at Kris after he finishes talking. Kris does not respond. They finish their drink, and slide two toonies across the counter. They stand up to leave, when suddenly…

A news report appears on the television. “Breaking News! Famous Businesswoman Noelle Holiday makes a statement that she will find a human named Kris Dreemurr, no matter the cost.” The news ticker at the bottom shows various identifiable features of them. “Tune in for an interview at 10:00 PM, folks!”

Kris, with a panicked look on their face, rushes out of the bar. They mutter a sentence under their breath as they run across the sidewalk.

“I- I don’t want them to see me like this…”

…

“Get behind this dumpster. Now.” A Rudinn pushes a Werewire towards a dumpster in an alleyway, between two large skyscrapers. Large flashing lights on the buildings read “WELCOME” and “TO CASTLE CITY”.

The Rudinn pulls out a little bag from its pocket.

“500 Dark Dollars.”

“Okay, okay. Chill, dude, I just want some of that good stuff, y’know.” The Werewire says, pulling out a bundle of bills. They exchange, and the Rudinn scurries off. The Werewire walks into the alleyway.

The Rudinn walks up to the Castle doors, and knocks. A cheery voice responds.

“Oh! Come in!” A fluffy figure opens the door. As the Rudinn walks in, it is greeted with the sight of thousands of cakes, in all different sizes. “I’ve… gotten a bit lonely without the Lightners, haha.” The Rudinn glares at him.

“Boss, can’t you be a little serious for once? You’re the big boss of a cartel, you should act like one.” The fluffy figure shakes his head.

“Nope!” The fluffball walks into a side room. Inside is a large crushing machine, with a pile of small sugar-like cubes next to it. The fluffy prince grabs some of the tiny sugar cubes and puts them into a few plastic bags. He gives the bags to the Rudinn, and it leaves. The prince is finally to himself, and he needs an introduction. His name is…

...Ralsei. But you probably figured that out already.

He is the prince of Castle City, and he has been running an underground drug operation for three years. After the lightners found themselves in prison, Ralsei fell into a deep depression. He had asked Queen to run Castle Town, and for five years, she did just that. Eventually, Susie and Noelle had done their sentence, and they visited him in Castle Town, renamed to Castle City by then. Castle Town had gone under major technological growth after Queen took over, and the town grew into a sprawling city.

He wears a green robe, and a pink scarf. He has quite the slim figure, and could even be mistaken for a woman. He is not a woman, although he is what Queen calls, a “femboy”. Ralsei has no idea what a “femboy” is. His fur is softer than a blanket made of silk, and he has two pink horns and a tuft of fur poking from his head. He wears glasses with the same colour as his robe, and he has pink eye shadow, for reasons unknown. He is usually cheery, and always is polite to people. He has become more of an optimist over the past ten years, as it seems that The Prophecy has been delayed indefinitely.
Queen bursts in through the door.

“Ralsei You Are Not Gonna Believe What Just Happened” She says, with red @ symbols as her eyes. Lancer appears from behind her, covered in light grey paint.

“Oh! That must mean Susie’s here.” Ralsei turns to the door, before Lancer asks a question.

“Toothpaste boy, me and girldad were wondering why you have so many buckets of grey paint.” Lancer asks, his goofy smile shining.

Ralsei blushes. “Uh… I- I better go-” He stammers. Ralsei runs off, towards the entrance of the dark world. Queen turns to Lancer.

“Lancer Son Have You Ever Heard Of Homestuck”

...

Now that the introductions have finished, we shall move on with the story.