
"I'm the stronger one"
"Na uh, ya uh, na uh, ya uh, na uh, ya uh, NA UH, YA HU, NA UH, YA HU, NA UH, YU HU-"

"Na uh, ya uh, na uh, ya uh, na uh, ya uh, NA UH, YA HU, NA UH, YA HU, NA UH, YU HU-"
"He found out after opening the wrong door in a Dark World; the poor Azzy caught them coming out of Maddie's room in robes, after... doing... you know...Fahaha. The worst part is that Maddie teased him, saying it was payback for ruining a middle school science project—your poor dad turned bright red. Fahaha. Dess told me Asriel’s been waking up screaming and sweating ever since; he swears he sees Maddie in the windows or hears her saying "I banged your dad" in the hallways. Cheese 'n' Crackers, I think he's losing his mind."
Kris gives their girlfriend a cold look—one of those looks of bewilderment and hatred you only give someone who shares information you didn't want to know.
"Uhh... Kris, I didn't..."
Kris stands up and slowly walks away.
"Hey, Susie told me—I thought our girlfriend had already told you! HEY KRIS, WAIT! I'M SORRY!"
Yeah, "K" is Kris without their memories, raised by gaster
Wanted to experiment with Dess design
Wanted to experiment with Dess design
You know, Kris, I’m happy for your dad; after everything that happened, he and his new girlfriend are doing really well with their baby. Miss Maddie and Mew Mew are having a blast with their new synthetic body (thanks, Mom, for sponsoring them). Who would’ve thought he’d adopt another kid after all this time? ...You know, I like seeing someone move forward after everything that went down. Hey, hey—watch out, take my hand. Kris, I know it’s hard getting used to losing your vision, even though those glasses look good on you, hehe. Look, I love seeing people happy and all, but you really ought to talk to Susie, too. I know you feel guilty and everything, but rushing off to medical school isn't the answer. I know things are... rough between you two, but Susie—she needs you. Maybe even more than I do, and we’re a couple. Just... just promise me you’ll try to work things out... okay?
I'm sorry, Noelle, but I'm tired of promises.
...
What?!
Sometimes I forget what you sound like now that, well... you're yourself again.
Yeah... me too...
A friend made the last image and I couldn't help myself, so I ended up doing this