[intro] EVERY DOOR A WINDOW

[hauntedxholy]

Kris Dreemurr has had a pretty long day.

The sort of day that people could probably make really weird game demos about. The sort of day that feels like it came out of Aesop and the Grimm brothers' surrogate lovechild's feverdream. Or whatever. Long day. They're tired. Time to yeet a soul.

Or like, that was the plan. As soon as they get home and open the door to their room, they lose their balance on the edge of literally *nothing* and end up falling- falling-- oof. Ok. Not falling anymore.

In a kitchen.

Not their kitchen.

Their skin is its usual color, but they're in their Dark World regalia, which is either a good or a bad sign. There's no one else around, though, and there are a few baskets full of fresh-looking fruit and bread and stuff on the counters.........

Fuck it! Time to raid a pantry.

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[hauntedxholy]

Oh okay. Cool. With their new acquaintance not seeming to be interested in stopping them, Kris takes the opportunity to kind of... scale their way to the top shelf. They're clambering back down a few moments later, a sizable bundle of snacks under one arm, and they approach just in time to register the other's words.

"...Welcome." Shrugging, they hold out another jar. Peanut butter, this time. Hopefully the kid isn't allergic.

"...Any chance, your name isn't an anagram, is it?"

[dustless]

...Oh, sure. They pause in their opening the first jar to take the other jar. Now they're just...holding both. Which should they actually be bothering with?

"Um?" What does that even mean. "I'm Frisk?"

[hauntedxholy]

Hmmmm.

Their own name is kind of like an anagram to that, isn't it? And the colors on their weird cape thing kind of matches this kid's sweater....

Cool. Not gonna think about that.

They just nod instead, and shove their pilfered snacks directly into their inventory. They've still got room for a few more things...they head over to one of the other cabinets, opening the door to find...

An egg. Alright.


"'m Kris. With a 'K'." Might as well take it. Into their pocket it goes. "Not really from...around here."

[dustless]

They put the pickles down to work on the peanut butter, which opens a lot more easily. They don't see a usable knife, so they just grab more bread and dip it in.

Kris. "'S a nice name." Kinda rhymes with Frisk. "Nobody is. The Castle stole everybody. It's a hub of worlds, an' it's in the sky. We're all stuck here. Sorry." They dip their head apologetically to offset that they don't sound that sorry. It's too normal for them, now, and Kris doesn't seem to be freaking out (yet).

[hauntedxholy]

They pause for a moment. Tilt their head just a bit, like they're thinking about what Frisk just said.

Not exactly the first time they've been whisked off to another world.

Aaaand they're pretty sure they've looted all they can from this place. They settle for leaning against the counter instead. "Not your fault." Their fingers trace, idly, against the Delta Rune embellished on their chestplate. "...Probably."

[dustless]

Probably.

Frisk thinks they were the first person here. Maybe. It's hard to remember. Nothing they can do about it, anyway. The castle doesn't listen to them.

They crunch down a few peanutbuttery bites. "You might go home after a while, though. Dunno when, or how, but it happens."

Abruptly, Frisk pauses to take a better look at their armor, following the tracing hand. That looks...familiar. Real familiar.

"This place might be nicer than your old world. Or it might not. Usually is, but, um, not all the time." Lotsa rough home-worlds, lotsa people that were miserable and hurt. Frisk just expects the worst.

[hauntedxholy]

Their hand continues to trace as Frisk thinks. As Frisk talks. And as they do, Kris' ever-neutral expression tick tick ticks down into something....like a frown. Their face feels stiff and numb as ever. Their hands- heavy. Like trying to move against whitewater rapids, sometimes. The hand on their armor curls into a fist. They want to do something about it. Want to actually be themself, here, and not have to fight to do it. They think the time for that might have already passed.

So this place doesn't seem much different from their "old world" to begin with.

"...What d'you think?" They turn to face Frisk a little more fully. "Is this place better than the Underground?"

Great. What the hell is an ''''underground''''?

OH BOY,

[dustless]

Visibly, they perk up. They know the Underground? They know monsters?

Only...their eyes flick over Kris' entire ensemble again. Maybe they're like that jerk with the spear (what was their name? Frisk didn't like them, but names are important. they forgot so much and they're still angry but that's not what's going on right now)--the one involved in the war that started everything in the first place.

"...Uh-huh. For monsters," they say after a probably-too-long pause. "There's...sky and stuff. Food doesn't run out. Never been crowded. Nobody can die forever."

That last bit doesn't only pertain to monsters and the Underground, but it's still something to bring up quick. To avoid any unnecessary murders (or mourning) in the future.

;^)

[hauntedxholy]

They've had to say weird stuff to weird people before - like that extra weird grocery clerk skeleton. But this is the first time someone's actually seemed to know what in the world They were talking about. It's enough to catch Kris off guard.

Though of course, that doesn't show at all.

"Of course nobody dies forever. 'S what SAVEs are for." They stand out of their lean, feeling, for once, a little too tall. They needed to stop talking, like..... ten minutes ago. "And for you? Do you miss your family?"

[dustless]

So Kris has one, too. Suspicion and relief both ratchet up--at least now they don't need to dance around the subject of death too much. "It's not like a normal SAVE. You die, you come back three days later, an' everybody remembers. So try not to do that, or kill anybody," they say mildly.

Shrug. "I miss some friends, but they're prob'ly happy where they are. The Underground's empty now. Got family here now. You?" Are you going to miss yours? Frisk guesses that's why they asked.

[hauntedxholy]

Wait. This kid actually deals with SAVEs, too? Maybe they should be more focused on that whole three day resurrection thing, but Kris' priorities have been screwed for a long time now.

There's no answer to Frisk's question forthcoming. Kris might even get to answer it for themself. Are they gonna miss their family?

Haven't they been missing them for ages now already?

"...I guess."

The Ball of Junk is still in their pocket. Scraps of erasers and stickers that used to be something else, but for some reason haven't reverted back like Kris has. They set it onto the counter and nudge it back and forth between their hands before putting it back. For safekeeping. "Not... not trying t'be nosy. Sorry." They pause. "Not trying to kill or be killed, either."

[dustless]

Frisk watches it without understanding, except that a lot of that stuff looks modern.

It'd make sense if Kris is nervous. Fidgeting.

They flop back against the table and keep eating, looking at the food instead of staring straight on. Better to be silly-safe Frisk and not dodging-danger Frisk.

They go still, though, and their stomach flops with those words. "It's okay," they say, soft. "I get asked a lot of stuff. And sometimes I ask lots of stuff, too. So...d'you know Flowey? Th--or--know Asriel?"

[hauntedxholy]

Kris doesn't seem to have the same reservations about staring in Frisk's direction. They've had a good amount of practice with that. They didn't earn the "creepy kid" title for nothing.

And--

Well. They could freak out about Asriel's popularity seeming to stretch even THIS far, but...

At least they know they've never heard of 'Flowey' before. "Az..." They look at Frisk a little more closely. "...How d'you know my brother?"

[dustless]

Their head jolts back up. "Your brother?" they ask incredulously.

Okay, that's an overreaction, and they bury their face in their hands to cough a bit. They're not as sick as they used to be, but pink blood hacking still happens and it's still gross. Not something they want to explain.

Once that calms down, they force their voice back to normal. "We, um, we're friends. We met after I fell." Kris doesn't look like a Chara. Aside from the hair. There are lots of weird worlds out there, though, so... "Did you...ever go by 'Chara'? Or, um, want to?"

[hauntedxholy]

Yeah, Kris really wasn't expecting a reaction like that.

They wait as Frisk regains their own bearings. Are silent for several moments after, letting the question hang in the air for a few seconds as they figure out what to say.

"...Fell?" A hand goes into their pocket, closing back around the ball of junk. Fell... in the Dark World? Or...in that 'underground'? How would Frisk have met Asriel there? They're missing something. Nothing new. " 'm Kris. Only...only Kris."

Most of the time.

"When you..." Urgh, talking is always so much harder like this. "When you said...this place is a hub. Other worlds 'n stuff. Did you mean like the- the Fountain? The Dark World?"

[dustless]

Okay. O-kay. "...Okay." That's...weird and not entirely helpful, but better than having to deal with awkward stomach-flopping whenever an old name mighta came up. Playing pretend codenames might not work with someone who's probably older than them.

"Don't know what the Dark World is. Don't think anyone I know said anything 'bout it, anyways. There's fountains--in a huge garden--here, but that's just for decorations and drinking."

Well, not really for drinking, but that's never stopped them.

"There's lots of us from worlds with monsters in them, though. Um...are Toriel an' Asgore--how are they?" Maybe knowing if they're on friendly terms or very much not will give them a clue onto circumstances. Or if...they're alive.

[hauntedxholy]

Cool. Cool cool. So, Frisk has never been to the Dark World then, which makes things both interesting and...a lot more confusing. Kris is -- has been -- officially lost.

Though suddenly having their parents namedropped has Kris staring at Frisk in silence for another couple of seconds.

"Uh. Dad's...fine. Mom's...excited, 'cuz Az is visiting soon. Do you..." Wait. "Do you want to see?" Wait, what.

[dustless]

Visiting? "Where'd he go? Where--what?" Frisk straightens up, standing fully. Old habits have them shoving their bread and their jars into the nearest basket to carry around and save.

"Whatcha mean?" Oh, yuck, sounds like Flowey. "Wh--what d'you mean? There's no way to leave the Castle," they say uncertainly. Didn't Frisk already tell them that, or did they just think they did?

[hauntedxholy]

"Asriel's coming back from university next week. Mom would be happy to have you 'til then, if you want to say hi." They walk over to the pantry, and as they take their out of their pocket to open the door, the ball of junk comes out with it and falls to the ground.

And when they open the door, there's only darkness.

"Maybe you could even get Papyrus out of his room," they say. "I worry about that dude."

[dustless]

"University? Like, college? The one I know's too little for that." Or way too old, but Kris doesn't know about Flowey, so.

They push off and tail Kris anxiously. Not 'cause they're remotely expecting anything to happen--they're getting restless, and really just want to start a tour of the castle like they usually do for new people.

"The hell's that?" Frisk stops just about at their side, squinting into the dark. "An' why's Papyrus in his room?" They have a brother who's a Papyrus; he's a higher priority than weird appearing shadow doors.

[hauntedxholy]

"Yeah. My brother's a year older'n me, so he just left a couple months ago."

They stick a hand through. As soon as it passes what would've been the pantry's threshold, their hand disappears, swallowed by the dark, and they pull it back out a second later. "It's a door. Back to my house. And uh, I dunno. I haven't been able to ask him."

Kris has a bad feeling about this. Like, mega bad. "So what d'you say? Your choice."

[dustless]

That's something to think about. An Asriel who got to grow up.

But not a Chara. They hold the basket tightly against their chest.

"Well..."

It probably won't work. If it does...if it does...

Maybe they'll be able to find a way back for everybody. Maybe they won't be able to come back at all. Maybe they'll forget everything.

They forget to breathe, staring into the black.

Maybe.

Not trying for a good end won't do anything. Turn around, pretend it never happened, and if Kris is gone they'll regret it for the rest of their life. Which, in the Castle, just might be forever.

Frisk's supposed to be a teenager now.

   Yes             No
♥ Yes             No

"Sure."

Furtively glancing up at Kris's face, just once...

...They step forward.

AW YEAH HERE WE GO

[hauntedxholy]

They remain silent as Frisk thinks. Remain stoic when Frisk looks to them. Don't move as Frisk steps through the door.

Why can't Kris stop them?

Unlike Frisk, Kris' choices haven't seemed to matter in any world. A moment later they're stepping into the void themself. And in the space between worlds -- between SAVEs, between HOPE/DREAMS/LIGHT/DARK -- Frisk might hear the fading echoes of a song, if they're listening. It might even sound familiar.


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They end up in Kris' room. The house is quiet with nighttime, and Kris themself is sprawled over the floor next to their bed, back in their usual sweater. They don't move.

[dustless]

"Oh my god," Frisk whispers, paralyzed in the center of the room.

This isn't the Castle. The Castle doesn't have carpets like this. Or lamps that need electricity. Or glowing star stickers on the walls.

Kris is on the floor. They're not wearing armor. They're maybehurt, they need help up.

Frisk can't move.

The Castle is home, the Castle is a prison.

"Kris," they croak. "K-Kris. Y-you...a-are you 'kay?"

Frisk's not.

They're smiling, shakily. They're crying, quietly.

[hauntedxholy]

Oh, right.

This isn't a dream.

Every part of their body strains as they climb to their knees, and they grit their teeth against the reply waiting on their tongue- nope. No. Nah! Testing the grip of their hand, they press it against the chest of their sweater, and reach--

in--

"GKGGKH," they say, and then as the weird fuckin parasite soul thing flashes in their grip, "uh, yeah, peachy." They glance over at Frisk's face, looking away quickly when they see the tears there.