u/ImpartialDerivatives

Cause... you're adopted...

Oh, don't give me that look! I know you two must love each other in your own way...

But you have to admit, it's not quite the same thing, is it?

Dess and I used to do our hair and talk for hours... We could do each other's hair because the texture was the same.

Your mom always had trouble with your hair, didn't she, Kris? Goat fur is just too different. She didn't know what to do with yours, especially after you went non-binary, faha.

If I got a cut, I could borrow Dess's band-aids, because our fur was the same color...

Once we both reached... that age, our antlers would always fall on the same day... it's like they just knew to sync up.

When I snuck Dess's prescriptions from the medicine cabinet, I knew they would have the same effect on me as they did on her... I still have a few bottles stashed that my parents don't know about, faha.

She's been gone so long, but when I go in her room, her smell still hits me...

Did you know smell is genetically determined, Kris?

When I bury my face in her sweater, her smell is so much like mine, but just the right amount of different... it's perfect...

Sometimes, after a bad day, I sleep in her clothes... and I'm brought right back to when I would curl up in bed with her after I had a nightmare...

Even though she's gone, and Asriel's not, I'm sad you never got to experience that. I know you're the one who's really jealous, right?

Right, Kris?

Well, this might seem weird, but...

Last night, when I was washing my hands, I looked down at them, and they suddenly seemed... horrible. Like I was puppetting around these undulating, floppy, furry tentacles. It made me feel kinda sick.

I've been... trying to avoid looking at my hands all day, faha.

Sometimes your senses tell you everything's normal, but it just... feels different, y'know?

Like, when you were talking, I could see your mouth moving, and hear your voice, and smell your breath, but it felt like three separate things when it should feel like... one thing. Like when you're watching a show and the sound is desynced.

No, you don't need to use mouthwash! Really! It's, um, good the way it is.

...What was I saying? Oh, yeah, faha. When I go outside, it feels like what I can see is all there is. Like... the world is just a thin shell, and if I pierced the ground with a shovel, there would be nothing underneath. Just a white void.

Once, to try to make things feel real again, I hit myself in the shin with a bat as hard as I could. But... it didn't work. I saw it hit, and felt a searing pain, and I heard myself scream, but it was still... all separate. Just pieces floating around, coming into my brain, not coming together to make anything.

I think, when Dess left, the world came unglued. And I was never quite able to snap the pieces together again.

I'm just gonna keep seeing pieces, and hearing pieces, and feeling pieces, until the day it all stops.

But, the world... if you're in it with me, then... I can keep trying to live in it.