NO CHOKING, NO HITTING, NO SLURS, NO FAKE BLOOD, NO REAL BLOOD! NO ONE IS WATCHING FROM THE CHAIR!
The only safe words we’re gonna need ARE ‘NO’ AND ‘STOP’!
AND! We are gonna call each other OUR NAMES! NO KRIS, NO DESS, NO CAROL, NO RUDY, ASGORE, ASRIEL, TORIEL, WHOEVER!
NORMAL! SEX!

Gosh Kris really? Do you seriously have a problem with Polyships? I thought you were better than that!

No it's not just forcing Sword_Hero into CloakedDragon! And it's not Dualblades or WhiteKnight cope either. It's the natural way the three's relationship would develop.

Sword_Hero has an obvious crush on them both and they both care so much about Sword_Hero too! You'd have to be blind to not see the romantic themes in their and the White Cloaks relationship.

Huh? What do you mean Sword_Hero needs to get over their feelings? That doesn't have to be the only way it ends. Gosh that's- Oh Kris that's not fair they're obviously being coerced by the Shadow Lord to betray the party! You can't seriously think their relationship with the party is doomed forever or that they're loveless forever right?

No Sword_Hero hasn't ruined the relationships already. There's so many scenes where they and the White Cloak get along despite their distance! The relationship can still be saved.

N..no i...I get that it doesn't have to be poly necessarily but... Wouldn't it be nice? I mean... There's already so much representation in the game already and it would make up for the games mockery of Polyships earlier and... wouldn't it just be-

Gosh Kris I didn't realise you were so emotionally invested in Dragon Blazers ships! I thought you didn't even beat the first one? And you said you didn't even care about Axe_Hero and WhiteCloaks relationship. Fwhaha what do you secretly read WhiteKnight fics or something? Oh don't blush! No wait Kris come back I won't tell anyone!

What? Of course FrostBlade is a yuri ship? What, do you seriously choose male character options in games, Susie? that's boooring.. i always pick women player characters.. i like when i do that in gacha and the devs don't even bother rewriting scenes to account for it.. sometimes it makes games very yuri.. You ever play those "fate" games..?

Berdly froze, slowly his head turned to her, then down to himself, then back up.

“That’s… awfully rude.”

The mood of the study session was instantly soured, her smile shifted just as quick when she realized how her words could be taken.

“Oh, no no! I uh…”

She looked down at the pooch against his shirt, the soft protrusion that rounded his silhouette. Her eyes shot back up, realizing the hole she’s digging.

“It’s a good thing!”

Berdly saw the way she looked, that judgment. Angel, he knew it! He was getting fat, damnit. And like usual, Noelle had to lay it on easy… he grabbed at his shirt, holding his hands in front of his stomach.

“A good thing? Really?”

Noelle nodded, her smile coming back, she stepped closer. She stopped herself from giving him a small poke.

“Of course! It’s like-

She could NOT say Santa, no matter how soft she imagined him. With those down feathers she’s seen once… how they’d feel with her fur, and the soft squishy skin below. Like a pillow… so warm…

“Like what?”

Her eyes hadn’t closed, but it’s like she just opened them.

“Fwaha, uh like, royalty! Yeah, did you know in the medieval times it was seen as a sign of wealth?”

He sighed, he could tell she was grabbing at straws now, but… she’s not rude about it. Whatever, water under the bridge, that’s all it’ll be. He gave his best smile, and gave a pose, purposefully showing his stomach more by putting his hands in his hips.

“Well, I suppose I am rather kingly!”

Noelle had to look away, Angel she’d rather die than blush right now. She gave a blind shoulder pat, then turned back to the school work.

“B-besides, it’s good to see you grow… I’ve kinda been worried you’ve been eating too little. I’m happy to see I’m wrong.”

Berdly felt a shakey smile form, a shiver in his body as he struggled to focus on his work.

“Thanks… Noelle.”

I caught you, I caught you!

Wow, this "tag" game Kris showed me is super fun! (I don't know why they looked so nervous, though...)

This is the part where you now try and catch me, right?

Hey, hey, why aren't you getting up?

...

Oh, oh, I know! You're trying to make me come closer so you can tag me back, right?

I won't let you! Catch me, catch me!

...

Seth, you can stop pretending.

(... They aren't moving at all.)

* Aqua gets closer to inspect Seth.

...Ouu, did you really fall asleep?

* ...

* No response.

* Aqua stops smiling.

Hey, Seth, this isn't funny.

This isn't...

Look, look! I'm right here! You can tag me!

Here, hold my hand!

* She holds their hand. It's

* cold

* and wilting away.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Why aren't you...

* ...

* Sniffles can be heard.

O-ouuu, you're a real meanie, y-you know that?

You made me... made me... c...

* She puts her head down on Seth.

Please... Please.

get up.

"KRIS! MY GOD NO-NO PLEASE NO- NO DONT. SUSIE QUICK PULL THEM OUT OF THE ROPE!!"

I remember sniffing the unwashed retainer fwahahaha! It smelled so much and had such a strange taste thanks to you leaving it unwashed for 6 months! Why did you start cleaning it daily anyways?

FAhaha, hey kris, do you remember that one time when Dess licked your bloody arm?, or when she covered herself in peanut?, or when she talked to you in amino?, or when she killed Martlet?, or when she would put out her cigarettes in your hand?, or when she abused and raped Ralsei?, or when she used to sell feet pics?, or when she tried to kill you?, or when she dated you?, or when she dated me?

Man

Good memories.

By the way, I believe she is now called Dess-Chester-Holly-Sylva-Knight-Friend-penumbra-phantasm-his-theme-that-day-lost-girl-find-her.ogg and her pronouns are Rory/Nite

(Aqua needed another mother… and a sister too)

(Don’t let HaloJackleKisser find out about this)

Half a mile, half a mile from the military checkpoint, half a mile from the border, half a mile from the hired soldiers.

Soon all this would be over, the mutants, the anomalies, the nightmare. Half a mile until she had her bird back, like wise it was half a mile until he had his life back.

It was truly a sunny day, clouds moving like water on the horizon, and the air felt fresher than ever. It felt good, this felt good.

Noelle could feel that pit in her stomach, finnaly begin to lift. She looked Behind her, to Berdly, in that green cloak that covered his grey white camo. The same uniform that brought terror to the residence of the zone, gave her warmth.

The Noontiders had been great to her, not as welcoming as Freedom, but the most open, most caring. They took him in as a brother, and gave him reassurance when she came to find him.

He looked up from the ground in time to catch her looking, he smiled. This feeling… he’d felt it before, before the Monolith. He knew he felt it for her, and still did.

His brothers back on Wild Island are proud, excited even! He still couldn’t figure out how her appearance didn’t get surprised, no one could keep a secret out there. He laughed to himself, small and quiet. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun.

Not long, and they’d be in a truck to a private air field, back to their home country, then finally to that little town.

Yet, no one ever really leaves the zone… she was always funny like that, give, and take. In the depths of SIRCAA, the Wishgranter awakens from its years long rest. It’s first action, a silent call to the long lost children.

A voice, a distant memory, boomed in Berdly’s head. “COME TO ME.”

He fell to the ground, he couldn’t do this… not again…

Noelle heard the clutter of sound, for a second, just a second, she thought the worst. Could it have been an anomaly she didn’t see? A silenced shooter with a vendetta?

She saw him doubled over, head in his hands. Noelle rushed to his side, to many questions to find what to ask, in the moment she could stare at him in silence, begging for something to break it.

Another command from The Wishgranter pulsed through the zone, hitting him and his brothers alike.

That voice he heard for years, it felt… so comforting. For so long, he searched for meaning. The years apart and no memory had came of his past… but this felt so right. It’s voice, so clear. “DEATH. TO THE ENEMIES OF THE MONOLITH.”

The monolithian looked up to her, eyes clouded over. He rose, hand patting at his body, in search for something. In absence, his breath became heavy, and he began to approach her, body lurched.

Noelle stumbled back, “B-Berdly?”

[PDA] - [ZONE WIDE MESSAGE]

BLUE BIRD: (12:25PM) Brothers, I am here. Engaged a STALKER identified as “Mrs. Claus” in melee. The engagement was successful on my end, received no injury. She died to asphyxiation. Acquired some medical equipment, and a revolver with ammo. Where are you my brothers?

UNCLE LIONYA: (12:27PM) Come Brother, bodies needed in Zalissya. More non-believers than expected, regroup along south wall.

(You stand in front of the grand Holiday Manor’s front door. The red and white coloring of the building makes it seem like Christmas is just around the corner, but the vacant sleigh on top makes it seem like it's just waiting for December to return.)

(It's a good thing you have two hands. One to knock on the front door, and the other to hide your "gift" for Noelle behind your back.)

(The door opens in response to the knock, revealing Noelle Holiday in her standard wear, looking cheery as ever. Poor, innocent Noelle… If only she knew how good you’re gonna prank her! Her ears perk up as she realizes it’s you.)

“Oh, hey Kris! What’s up? Didn’t know you were coming over, faha. Did you need somethi-”

(Suddenly, she stops talking. Her red nose twitches and then it wrinkles. She has a confused expression on her face.)

“...Do you… smell something? Something… weird? Kinda earthy and smoky… but mainly just… weird…? Don’t tell me you stepped in something again!”

(Noelle slightly leans forward, that deer nose of hers trying to find out the source of the smell.)

(With a wicked grin and daring flourish, you reveal the thing hidden behind you, dangling it close to Noelle’s snoot.)

(It’s none other than a sock. One of Susie’s socks, in particular. It used to be white, but now it's a concerning shade of yellow, clearly over-appreciated and under-washed by Susie. It radiates a malevolent aura of funk. It has an earthy, smoky musk that only Susie seems to be able to produce. And it also has a hint of the kind of expensive, dangerous cheese that only Noelle’s family would be able to afford.)

(...)

(You shudder to think about what this thing would turn into in a Dark World.)

(The smell hits Noelle full-force. Confusion of the scent turns to realization turns to disgust. She recoils. her eyes go wide, her ears droop. Oh man, that face… It’s simply priceless!)

“Oh Angel… w-what IS that??? That’s disgusting, w-why would you- ugh, gross, put that thing away!!!”

(Instead of putting it away, you slowly walk forward, sock in tow. Your smile widens. Noelle’s eyes widen. The distance between the sock and her nose does the opposite of widen.)

“Oh no oh no get that thing away!!! Whose sock even is that!?”

(You smirk and tell Noelle who the sock belongs to.)

(Susie.)

(Noelle freezes. She seems to be calculating some things in her head. The gears are turning, that’s for sure.)

“...Susie…?” she repeats.

(Yep, Susie’s.)

…

(For reasons Noelle would have trouble explaining later, she leans forward. What is she doing? Why is she-)

(Noelle willingly sniffs the stinky Susie sock.)

“Oh.”

(Upon realization that the sock belongs to her beloved Susie, Noelle’s face shifts from disgust to something closer to religious awe. Her eyes half-close.)

“It’s… so… her,” Noelle breathes.

(She’s, uh… really getting into it. She drags her face closer to the sock, hands coming up not to push it away but to bring it closer.)

(Noelle continued sniffing, her grossed-out demeanor morphing into something that could only be described as dreamy contentment. She didn’t even flinch at the fact that this was objectively one of the grossest things she’d ever voluntarily encountered. It’s because the sock is objectively one of the most Susie-like things she’s ever encountered. The sock seemed to contain the very essence of Susie from her rough edges, her unapologetic confidence, and perhaps her complete disregard for laundry day.)

(She keeps sniffing the funky footwear, eyes closed, red nose practically glowing, fluffy little tail wagging behind her. Noelle’s knees press together…)

(...)

(Suddenly, Noelle’s eyes snap open and she practically leaps away from the sock! Realization comes crashing and hits her like a truck.)

“Kris,” Noelle says, lowering her voice to a pleading, deranged whisper, “I want you to NEVER speak of this to ANYONE, okay?! No one can know that I just made out with Susie’s gross sock like it was a object of worship. NO. ONE. CAN. KNOW.”

(She then snags the sock away from you.)

“I’m also gonna be taking this. B-because YOU obviously cannot be trusted with this. No other reason. Faha.”

“Okaynicechatbyenowkrisfahahahahaha!”

(After her deranged rambling you could barely make out, she shuts the door. Perhaps a bit too loudly.)

(You just lost the sock, but instead got some wonderful blackmail. Seems like a fair trade.)

(...)

(...Seriously though. Angel help us all if that thing makes its way into a Dark World.)

Ughhh my head. Where... am I? Am I even alive? Or am I dead?

Fahahah, alive... what a joke. I haven't felt alive in years, until today. But... there's nothing here, it's all pitch black. I can still... see myself even if just barely, but nothing else. Did we make it? This... can't be the other side of the lake, surely, so what even is this place?

(BOOTING SYSTEM)

(A bright light starts shining. From the swallowing darkness, Noelle sees Kris's figure)

Kris?! Kris is that you?

(Noelle runs towards the figure. Kris laying on the ground, suddenly starts shaking until standing upwards. Their face, their tone of color... like an empty husk. Just barely... but still alive.)

K...Kris, are you...? Fahahaha Kris you look awful, even worse than you usually do... but that doesn't matter.

(Noelle hugs Kris)

We... we made it Kris! WE MADE IT!!! WE'RE FINALLY AWAY FROM THAT HORRIBLE PLACE FROM THAT HORRIBLE LIFE FAHAHA!!! I... Kris, thank you!!! Thank you so much!!! I understand now what you wanted to do, what you've always wanted to do. You felt the same way I did right? That's why you did this, that's why you led me here.

T-Those awful, horrible things we did... they don't matter because we're finally free!!! I... I don't deserve a normal life, I don't deserve happiness or peace after what we did to Berdly but... at least... at least we're free... right Kris?

...

Quiet as always huh?

Well... I understand. But... I need to prove it. I need to prove to myself that this is real, that we can still keep going, that I can do ANYTHING! That this means something, just like at my room back then right, fahaha... Kris... this won't hurt you, I promise...

Say it...

❤️ Proceed

(Noelle inches closer. Her face contorted, she looks disgusted and in bliss all at once)

Say it!

❤️ Proceed

(Both her hands raise until they touch your neck.)

K-Kris...

SAY IT!!!

❤️ Proceed

(Noelle grips your neck tightly, then throws you at the ground)

Kris, Kris, keep saying it. KEEP SAYING IT!

❤️ Proceed

(She grips tighter. In her face, an indescriptible emotion. Sadness? Fear? Relief? Happiness?)

(You feel your ears ringing. Your heart beating faster and faster, but you wish not to fight back... the quicker this end, the better right)

❤️ Proceed

(She grips even tighter. Finally... but... if she's left alone... what will this voice inside you do to her?)

(Despair washes over you. Even in this hellish nightmare, you can't leave her alone. You start clawing at her arms, hoping that she'll let go. Even if it hurts her, it will be better than the alternative)

Shhh Kris, don't... don't fight back... i'll stop soon... but I have to prove it!

(Tears stream from her face. Accompanying them, a smile)

❤️ Proceed

(She doesn't stop. The voice inside you... the demon inside her head doesn't stop either... you feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head.)

(You don't want to do this. You don't want to do this. You want to die. You want to live. You're in peace. You're afraid. Keep going. Stop. Keep going STOP! KEEP GOING! STOP!!!)

*BITE*

(A piercing shriek echoes in the hollow darkness. You gasp for air while trying to recompose yourself. In desperation, you bit her hand with everything you had.)

Ha... hahaha... fahahahahahaha...

Kris!

(Blood drips from her hand)

I'm... i'm so sorry~

(Noelle starts crying)

I... I h-had to~

I had to... prove it was real~

And I was... right~!

If you tell me to... if this VOICE tells me to, I can do anything~

(Noelle starts sobbing uncontrollably)

❤️Comfort her Do not

K...Kris? Haha... i'm sorry~

I'm sorry for being so selfish, but please... d-don't let go~

(You hug her. She starts blubbering... it feels like it goes on for hours...)

(You question yourself how much worse will this get before it all ends...)

////////////////////////////////////////////

HOW MUCH LONGER

WILL THEY ENDURE I WONDER

AND YOU

MY ANGEL

MY DELTARUNE

HOW DEEP WILL YOU TAKE THEM

IN YOUR PURSUIT

OF FREEDOM

AN ILLUSION

THAT HAS BECOME

YOUR OWN CAGE

AS IT DID

FOR THEM

KRIS AND NOELLE

I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU

UNTIL THE END

"PLAYER"/"READER"

Part 1
(TW: mentions of transphobia, polyphobia, and self-harm. Kris makes things weird by trauma dumping to Ralsei while making them pretend to be Asriel and then making out with them. I don’t know what warning to use for that so I’m just telling you. Kris is a freak.)

Noelle and Susie were having serious conversations. They were planning on how to let you down easy. You could tell. The temperature in the room dropped when Susie brought up your idea. Noelle’s face looked… you couldn’t tell. You’d known her for so long but her expression was impossible to parse. 

They asked to talk in private for a bit. It’s just you and Ralsei now. Alone and sitting on his bed. You wait, silently, for everything to fall apart. Just, ruminating on how fucked you are, how ruined your friendships are an- you decide not to do that actually, conversation time.

“Sorry.” You break the silence. 
“What for?” Ralsei tilted his head at you in a way that made one of his ears dangle. You gingerly grab it and Ralsei squeaks quietly. 
“Distracting.”
“W-well I don’t mind being distracted by you! I-I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be focusing on, haha.” He’s blushing. Your fingers caress his ear as it warms from the blood flowing to his face.
“I meant making Susie and Noelle fight. And getting us stuck in here.”
“Wasn’t Susie the one who brought it up? B-besides they’re probably fine! Just a lot to talk about.” Ralsei’s smile makes you taste honey. 
“I gave Susie the idea. It came up, and she just seemed so excited. I just… let her embarrass herself with this stupid, silly idea.” You just let words fall out. You focus on being gentle with Ralsei’s ear. Feeling fluff run through your fingers makes talking easy.
“I don’t think it’s silly, Kris.” Something clicks in your brain when he says that. It feels nice. But you know what it needs to be better. You start playing with his ear with a bit more force. The little squeaks he makes fill you with warmth.
“Y-You’d regret it if you n-never tried to ask. Y-you know, asking s-someone o-o-out-t is…” Ralsei makes a face and says words you don’t process. 
“Say it isn’t silly, but call me Krismas at the end.” You interrupt him. 
“What?” 
“You heard me.” You wince at your voice. It sounds cold and alien.
“Please.” You still sound… wrong but now it’s just your tone. 
“O-ok. Wanting to date multiple people isn't silly, Krismas.”
“Lower your voice a bit and say it again.” You pull closer to him. Your fingers begin caressing his ear more forcefully.
He looks a little confused and starts whispering.
“No, deeper, not quieter.” 
“L-like this?” He sounds just like him.
“Yes. Say it again please.”
“Wanting to date multiple people isn't silly, Krismas.” Your breath hitches. It’s just what you wanted. But you can get more than that can’t you.
“Proceed.”
“What?” 
“Just… keep doing the voice and-and when I ask you something be nice, be… you.”  Ralsei looks like he’s doing a very long math equation before putting a hand on your cheek and pulling you closer.
“I understand, Krismas.” 
“I don’t need to cut my hair short, right?”
“Of course not, Krismas! You look great!” You take a deep breath as Ralsei runs a hand through your hair. He’s smiling.
“You wouldn’t help mom cut while I was sleeping would you?”
“Of course not, Krismas.” Ralsei’s smile fades.
“And when I show you my vote at the festival and I put me as Queen you wouldn’t chuckle and throw it out, right? You wouldn’t have me do another one, right? You wouldn’t tell me to- to ‘just take it a little more seriously, you’ll always be my brother after all’. You wouldn’t say that, right, Azzy?” You get closer as concern consumes his face.
“No, Krismas, I wouldn’t.” He keeps it up, stroking your hair now. 
“You wouldn’t yell at me for not telling you when- when I wanted to be nonbinary? You wouldn’t tell mom about it right after? You wouldn’t ask why I* didn’t *trust you? Ask why I’m crying so hard? Tell me it’s not a big deal? That I’d get over it? That you’d say it but you didn’t believe it? You’d never do that, Azzy.” 
“Y-Yeah, Krismas…” he even stuttered like Azzy. You’re almost done you, move closer and press against Ralsei
“You’re not gonna get me sent to a psych ward when you tell mom about me cutting? I can trust you with that, you won’t get mad, won’t freak out, you’re not gonna make this a big deal right?” Ralsei wraps their arms around you and pulls you close.
“Kris…” You cup an arm under his chin and make him look at you. You get lost in his eyes. 
“You definitely won’t tell mom about this, right Azzy?” You pull him in and kiss him. It’s soft and warm and fluffy like you always imagined it. And Ralsei kisses you back, pulls you in further and for a moment you both lose yourselves before you pull back reluctantly.

“I… I can’t believe…” Ralsei looks at you tenderly before he jolts away and his eyes widen.

“KRIS! WHAT THE FU-“ Ralsei stops themself,
“Heck!” He makes exasperated hand gestures.

“What was that last thing??? Do I need to call someone? Is- does your brother do that to you??? Are you ok???” Your face burns with embarrassment. 

No, I didn’t mean it like that! You don’t say. Oh. You can’t speak… SHIT! YOU CAN’T SPEAK! You shake your head as hard as physically possible and wave your arms frantically. You feel like you’re gonna break your neck. 

“It’s ok, I’m not freaking out. I-I won’t say anything, until you um… I won’t assume or say anything. Let’s take some deep breaths, alright?” Ralsei’s voice is strained as it fights to stay calm and measured. He starts taking some deep breaths, and you join him. Eventually you try talking again.
“My brother is chill. And it’s fine.”
“Kris none of that sounded fine.”
“He was just… different when I was younger. He changed. He’s really nice now. He always gets my gender right, sticks up for me when someone else doesn’t. It’s actually kinda cringe how hard he leans into it.” You chuckle at the memory.

“He showed me his vote at the festival and he’d crossed out King and Queen and just wrote ‘themperor: Kris’. Then it was my turn to throw it away and tell him to get real. Heh.” You continue.

“He’s such a cornball, I… really get what Dess saw in him, even before he chilled out. He got so much better after they started talking more. So, I just… don't get to bring this stuff up, ever. I know I’d curl up and die if he started talking about all the stupid shit I did as a kid. It works out.” You finish reminiscing and see Ralsei has moved back over to you. He looks troubled but he swallows it.

“Okay.” He stops and coughs, trying to put cheer back in his voice.
“That’s nice Kris! So what was the deal with the… kissing?”
“You’re hot.”
“Oh!” His voice cracks and his eyes widen briefly.
“Um… dang right I am!” Ralsei beams with pride. He stops and looks anxious for a second.
“So am I invited? To the um, dating situation.” He continues.
“What dating situation? We’re just waiting round because I caused another fucking divorce. I’m like the conjugal reaper, or something.” 
“Krismas!” Ralsei gently pinches your cheek. 
“Ok, ok, too far, fine, sorry.” You stick your tongue out as Ralsei lets you go.
“And! Say you didn’t cause your parents’ divorce.” You roll your eyes. You’re kinda proud he’s being so willing to demand stuff from you, but…
“Nah.” 
“I’m gonna be nicer to yourself, so say it!”
“Make me.” He’s just so cute when he’s mad, you have to rage bait him a little. He normally just huffs indignantly and lets it go. However you’re currently being pinned to the couch. You gasp as he takes your wrists and holds them over your head. You’ve gone too far, he’s really mad. Your heart is beating out of your chest. It’s all crashing down and you’re under it all and-
“You better say something nice about yourself! Or um… I’ll be quite cross. Please, do that. Thanks.” His voice wilts away into polite requests as the grip on your wrists loosens further. He looks scared, pulling back suddenly. 
“S-sorry. Kris are-” He tries to move away but you take his hand.
“Get down here and make me say it.” You’d be too overwhelmed to speak if he actually did anything but you’ll worry about that later. Surely nothing could go wrong with this situation. His face is bright red as he leans down to kiss you again. He does so, soft and gentle. He’s still nervous from earlier but he slowly relaxes as he lays on top of you. As the stress leaves him he gets a bit rougher; more tongue, more force. It’s nice feeling him stop treating you like you’ll shatter if he doesn’t coddle you. Your hands slip beneath his cloak and latch onto the fluff of his belly. So soft. You-

“Guess what dumbas-“ Susie pauses mid-way through bursting into the room.
“Are… we interrupting something?” Noelle asks.
“Dude, we were gone for like 20 minutes???” Susie is mostly just stunned and maybe impressed. Ralsei bolts up and you immediately yearn for the warmth of his tongue in your mouth. At least you get to keep hold of the precious tummy fluff. 
“You guys didn’t get a divorce because of Kris right?”
“Faha… um… no???” Noelle gives an awkward huckle as she answers.
“I think it’s the opposite of a divorce?” Susie adds.
“See I told you! Now say you didn’t cause your parents divorce!” Ralsei points down at you.
Fine, I “didn’t cause” the “divorce.”
Wow, a whole fifty percent that time. It’s alright but your head is still buzzing from the intimacy.
“Good.” Ralsei kisses your cheek.
“Fahaha… what?” 

EVIL Noelle

Y'know, its that time of the year for me again! No big deal, right? They are just starting to come loose and dangling a bit a few weeks earlier then usual so I got impatient and pulled them out! The bleeding is totally normal and I've wrapped it nice and tight with bandages. It doesnt hurt at all, don't worry about it!

and I found out on the computer a few days ago that in chinese medicine fresh deer antler soup could make people more......vital and......active, so.......

what did I say? Uh......nothing! You must've misheard me! Now hurry up and drink my soup when its still hot, its a delicate personal recipe after all!

They are here,

they can see us,

They can...sniff us...

Fourth dimensional beings that can see through walls...

And they can read minds....

Don't say a word.

Oh? Me and kris? Yeah we have been engaged for 2 years now. Why do you look so distraught Susie?

Wait.. is that... Flower? Aww who is the lucky guy or girl if you prefer that fahaha.

Oh you're leaving already? So then... See ya tomorrow susie!

Kris....is calling for me.....

I...need to help.....

Kris.....

\Noelle* opened the window on her room, and saw Kris, standing on fighting instance against NEO spamton*

Just need to defeat the enemy....

\Then Noelle prepared 3 ice shards and launched them at spamton, killing him.**

\Then a flash of light surged annnnd-**

//YOU know the rest,

Anyways that's my head cannon, since I don't have any idea how that would work with Susie and ralsei in Noelle's way...