r/Fwahaha

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?

…The way Noelle acts sometimes. I get that she’s awkward, that she’s… masking something, it’s easy to tell. Maybe it’s my own cynicism talking, but nobody could be that happy through everything that’s happened to her.

I blame myself, sometimes, for growing distant. For being another branch broken off of her pine tree. I miss her, even if she’s only two seats away five days a week.

I can never bring myself to talk to her, I barely talk to anybody if I can help it. The fact that I’ve said this much… it surprises even me. She doesn’t deserve that, though.

I can’t get back in her life, she doesn’t deserve someone… unstable, it makes me feel lower than dirt but… she has to be let go. It’s for her own good, isn’t it? For everyone’s.

Catti, Susie, Ralsei… wouldn’t it be so much easier if I just… wasn’t here?

Maybe Susie was right after all. I’ve always known it, of course, but I tried to deflect, to give myself an excuse. ‘It’s not my fault I was adopted', ‘It’s not my fault I was dragged along everywhere'. But it is. My simple presence in this fucking town… it ruined everything. Everything would’ve been so much better if I just wasn’t adopted.

Noelle wouldn’t have been… tortured, all her childhood. Asriel wouldn’t have had to be stuck watching me. Mom and Dad probably wouldn’t have divorced.

…Dess wouldn’t have went away.

It’s too late to change.

But I don’t have to live with my decisions much longer.

Just… two more days.

that's the catchphase from Noelle, right?

Oh her? She was being a bit......disruptive. A factor too unstable for our journey.

So.....I disposed of her.

Aww jeez Kris, no need to look so gloomy! Whatever Noelle can do I could do 10 times better! I can cast the same spells as her, tell the same corny jokes as her and you could even cuddle with me like you do with her behind closed doors! Just ignore that little......nuisace and continue out adventure together!!!!!

let me be your new BEST FRIEND FOREVER!

The festival… it's a special day, but it was supposed to be our day. Do you remember, Kris? Back in Cyber City… you told me I'd ride the Ferris wheel with you. It was our chance to do… something crazy. To show this stupid town how strong we've become. They tried to ignore the new you… the new me… the new us… but not anymore!

I took your hands and led you to the Ferris wheel. We got on and rode it to the top. I opened the window and stood on the ledge… with you, Kris.

There we were… way up high, in the sky… We could see past the trees from up there. They couldn't hold us back anymore. We could look down at the ants below. They were so small… so weak. Ants are stuck in their stupid hills, but us? We could go anywhere. We could squish them… freeze them. All you had to do was tell me to proceed and they'd all see us fly… fly far, far away from here.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I smiled, Kris! I felt the cold wind surround us on the ledge. It made me shiver. It froze the tears falling down my face. It felt so good!

The old Noelle could never spread her wings. She was too tied down to the ground… but you made me feel strong the other day. You made me truly smile for the first time… but it faded. You didn't say anything… you just looked down and trembled.

The Ferris wheel started to move again and I panicked. My throat hurt from how loud I begged you. My arms hurt from how hard I shook you. My heart hurt from how much freedom was slipping away from us… it hurt so much… I pried your mouth open and put my ear closer to hear you say that beautiful word. I needed to hear it… even just a whisper! You told me to proceed so many times… why couldn't I hear it now? Why were you hesitating?!

The Ferris wheel came down to Earth… and so did we. You brought us back to everyone else's level. My tears… they were liquid. They weren't snow or hail… they were just water.

Why did you melt the ice, Kris… our ice? The ice you worked so hard to make me freeze?

Didn't you want me to become stronger, Kris? Didn't you want me to be happy?

Like seriously this scene fits way too well

*It is an unassuming autumn day at QC's diner. You and Noelle are both sitting at a table, outside, waiting for your food.

*Her hair shines like platinum, and there is a warm smile on her face.

(It's... good to see Kris out and about. I haven't been invited to something like this in ages...)

You know Kris, I can't remember the last time we had a meal together... let alone go out for one! Fwahaha!

You remember all those times Mom made us go here, right? On those weekends, Mom didn't like the idea of us playing indoors all day... so she'd dress you up herself, and make us go to QC's!

She'd say it was so we 'don't cause any mess' or 'so we don't get square eyes'. But, secretly... I bet she really liked you spending time with me. But, maybe not in a... kind way...

I... I know most of it was because of my loneliness. After Dess... I was grieving so much, and Mom just... didn't want her daughter being the local moody girl. And you'd just be... pressured into doing all these things with me.

I mean, haha, hanging at a proper diner, looking all fancy? And you were clean dressed for once? With human foundation, too? Just by being next to you, I probably looked like the golden daughter of the whole town!

Over time I... guess I just got better at masking it. I didn't know at the time, but... I'm... really sorry for causing all that. She did so many forceful things, just to keep up her image as the town Mayor. The super Mom with the flawless daughter...

Sometimes... I have these... thoughts. That, one day, I'll be able to stop masking all my grief, and I'll finally get back at her... just to feel real again. In control, you know?

But, when we're together like this, Kris, I don't have any of those thoughts at all. They vanish like... like a skipping stone beneath the surface. It's like... I don't need to grief ever again.

Y-you... must feel similar, right Kris?

(I really don't know what's gotten into them to act so polite recently, but whatever the change... I hope it doesn't go away again...)

D-don't snicker like that! Eating here was your idea, so unless you're about to PRANK me-

A-ah~! Kris! Don't shake the table! That's YOUR drink you're about to spill!

...

Fwahaha, you know Kirs, if we did this more often, your blood sugar wouldn't be so low, and you might just stop dozing off in class! No more teasing comments from Berdly! How does that sound?

I'll meet you here every Monday morning, before school. It'll be my treat! We'll both have a reason to wake up early! Fwahaha!

H-huh? Only if I look just as.. c-cute... everyday!? Well, I'll try my best to be as adorable as you are, okay~?

It was a soul. It was a human soul. And I held it in my hand, and I felt it beating, and I...Iputitinmyhamstercage. And....it's just been sitting there ever since you guys left a few hours back.

I would've called you, beacuse...you know, human soul and...you're the only human I know, but I know its not yours. Yours is blue, unless...humans souls can just...switch traits? I wouldn't be surprised if yours did, I haven't really known you that well at all ever since...well, you know. But I do know that souls shatter after not being in their body for a while, and this one's still not even cracked, so...maybe I'll just...keep it there for a while, until I figure out what else to do with it.

...It's alive. Er, no- I know it's alive, but I mean like...alive alive? Like, it moves around in the cage and and it presses itself against the glass and looks straight at me, like it's aware, and it's just something pretending to be a soul.

It terrifies me. But...at the same time it's...the nice kind of terrifying? If that still makes any sense?

It's weird. I know it's really, really weird, but...it's kinda cute?

It acts like it wants to be in there. It just...floats around sometimes, or it hides inside the little house, or it rolls around in the wood chips. Right now, it's just...lying in the blanket pile. Dimmed. Like it's sleeping.

...Is it weird to say that I like it? That I'm imagining waking up and having it be there in my head? Just...to have someone to talk to, and to be there and...do things with?

Nothing weird! Just...maybe I'd...boot up Cat Petterz and...show it my collection, or drag its cage close enough to watch me play Dragon Blazers, or...see if it can drink anything. Maybe it likes hot chocolate.

...Maybe if I keep talking to it, and pretending that it can hear me, then...I'll be able to talk to you again too.

Fwahaha, wouldn't that be a nice dream, little guy? Er...what is your name, anyways? It's not like you have a name tag or anything...

...Right, right! You're a soul! You can't actually uh...talk or anything.

...I'll just call you light. Little Light. Because you're a light, and you're...little.

Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I never said I was good at naming things, and…

...and we can figure it all out tomorrow, I think. You'll be safe here.

Goodnight, Little Light.

Fwahaha, remember when you stole Dess’ night vision set and kept saying you saw a monster in the dark to scare me, Kris? Gosh, Im glad Dess never found out that you messed with it, she would have freaked out, fwahaha…

And that's the legend of the Hometown Wendigo!

You know, going over this story really brought back some memories from our times in the woods.

  Do you remember that time your family took you and I pheasant hunting with your grandpa Togore? I remember the little hunting dog you had. Chara, gosh she was so cute; you looked cute in your little vest next to Chara too! Your grandpa in his motor chair… Gosh, Kris, he had such a large rifle for someone who was paralyzed. Your mom found us a nice place to set up a blind and even gave us some snacks. I miss her cookies. 

You'll bring me some tomorrow? 

Aww, thank you, Kris.

You know, Kris, memories of that day are great until… until your Grandpa shot Chara right next to you! Do you, uh, think he did it on purpose?

I know he was paralyzed but there's no way he didn't do that on purpose!

Kris, don't call your mom, don't bring your mom into this!

*Hello, Kris, what can I help you with? Noelle is making fun of Grandpa Togore and how he shot Chara?

*No, Kris, it was a big deal, you almost got shot, what he did was not fine.

*What did we do with him after that? We put him in a home. He was done after that. Yes, done.

*Was it an accident? No, I don't think so.

*Honey, are you okay? Oh, okay. I love you too. I'll see you after work.

Kirs… Krismas, you okay? Kris, where are you going? Kris, you get back here right now and finish this podcast. KRISTOPHER YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!

*thud*

KIRS GET BACK THIS INSTANT!

*The sounds of a struggling human and a triumphant deer echo throughout the recording*

You lent me your copy of the first game remember?

I still have it. Somewhere around here. I thought it was soooooo boring. RPGs aren't really my thing you know? They're just kind of tedious. I only really played it when you came over.

You got so mad as I did everything wrong and didn't go where I was supposed to. I remember seeing your face light up as I entered an important cutscene only for me to skip all the dialogue. Then I just kept complaining about how the game made no sense and didn't tell me where to go. You got so mad mwhahaha!

I never finished it. I could have. But when you stopped coming round I just didn't find a reason to play it. I got close to the end. But then I got spoiled and learned all the characters I liked were in the second game. At that stage what's the point you know?

As long as the ones I care about were okay... I didn't need to reach the end for myself...you know?

I dont know who Mr. Dreemurr's butcher is, but his cuts of beef is sooooooo good-unlike the stuff my mom makes, it feels more.....gamey? There's just a sweet aroma in the meat that reminds me of the forest next to our house, and the meat is suprisingly tender and juicy compared to regular steak!

Wait.....I know.......

Is your dad using wagyu? It reminds me of the meatloaf Mr. Dreemurr made when Asriel went to college and everyone was celebrating! I am sure its the exact same meat from the meatloaf, except it seems like it has a slightly richer, more buttery taste......guess this time he used a older cow,eh?

Speaking of the business trip......isn't it supposed to be just a quick three days trip?......well, probably just some flight delays and turbulences, I am sooooo telling mom about Mr Dreemurr's steaks once she comes back!!!

After all, he said he is gonna experiment with a younger cut of meat next time!

She totally thought it was him!!! She even wore that pretty dress meant for her prom to meet him just to wait in front of the dreemurr house for hours for nothing? That was so funny!!!!!!

......welll that made mom and dad freak out super hard once they found the chat logs and is probably one of the reasons your parents dont live together anymore, but hey, its still funny, right?

Why dont we go to Mr. Dreemurr's house and do it again to Berdly?

Fwahaha Kris, remember when Dess called you a sub-3?

So you went online and went to some silly forum to improve yourself?

Then one night I heard something in my garage... and it was you!

And you were hitting your face with my dads work hammer.

I got so freaked and tried to pull your hand away! And when you turned to look at me your face was all rigid and angled!

Fwahaha Kris, why don't you do that anymore? You looked so good!

Inspired by this post. This is also a Dess POV, and it's meant to be a continuation of the other post. It would take place the next day.
^(Love me some Dessriel angst ft. protective big bro Asriel)

* (You leave the classroom, ready to go home after a long day of school)
* (You hear someone calling your name behind you)

Dess! Wait, I need you for something.

* (You turn around and see Asriel walking towards you. He seems a bit... off. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's something different about him)
* (His smile doesn't reach his eyes. His shoulders are tense. Maybe he's just tired?)

Uh... sure. What did'ya need?

Oh, it's just that Ms. Alphys asked me to organize some stuff in the unused classroom. Maybe you can help me? We can spend some time together.

* (It's the same old Asriel as always. It's exactly what he'd say, but the way he said it... something doesn't feel right. You hesitate for a moment before answering)

...sure, Azzy. Let's go. I guess I can be your savior today.

* (You try a joke to test his reaction. He lets out a laugh. Dry, humorless, as if laughing out of obligation. Something's definitely wrong. But for some reason, you decide to go with him anyway)

* (You reach the unused classroom and step inside. The school is completely quiet now. Everyone's left, leaving the small room in peace. Rather than feeling comfortable, the silence feels... tense)
* (Asriel enters just a couple of seconds after you. He slowly closes the door behind him. His movements are calm, but tense. What is up with him today?)

So, Azzy... did y—

What did you do to Kris?

* (The question interrupts you entirely. He doesn't turn around yet, just standing there, facing the door. His words feel like the calm before a storm. He's not yelling, but that flat, serene tone somehow feels twice as loud)
* (You don't answer right away. Your mouth dries up and your brain has to process for a couple of seconds before even starting to formulate a response)

I—... wh... I didn't—

Spare me the theatrics, December.

* (He finally turns to face you. His expression has completely changed from when he approached you in the hallway a few minutes ago. It's cold, detached, judgmental)
* (He knows... he definitely knows)

I... don't know what you mean, dude. They were fine when they left yesterday and...

* (He doesn't buy it. He knows that's not true. And most importantly, YOU know it's not true. You've never been a good liar. You sigh, looking down briefly before letting out a quiet laugh, trying to play it cool even as your heart starts beating faster)

I didn't even do anything to them. It's just... you know, I always play around with my wiffle bat. I pretend to hit them and stuff... it's nothing serious—

Their mouth was bleeding, December.

* (The words come out as a statement of fact. And you know they're completely right. You look up, eyes wide, your lower lip quivering as you swallow hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure)
* (The attempt immediately fails when he takes a step closer. Despite being in a big, empty classroom, it suddenly feels like a small cage. You instinctively take a step back)

Azzy, I... I didn't mean to, okay? You know how they are. They were picking on Elly and I—

They're a kid, Dess.

* (Having Asriel, the one person you considered a good listener, talk over you and cut you off every time you try to explain yourself feels so wrong)
* (He takes another step closer. You take another step back. You feel the wall looming closer behind you)

I-I know. I know. It's just that... well, Kris is...

Kris is what?

* (Good question. Kris is... what? They're no different from most kids. Just because they'd picked on Noelle doesn't mean you should make them bleed. You know that. He knows that)

I thought they were having a good time at your house, but when they came back home, they were... quiet. Which was strange. They're always talking about what they did and how much fun they had.

They avoided eye contact, they looked lost... kept touching their mouth.

* (You don't say anything. You just stare back at him as the façade of composure crumbles bit by bit)
* (He takes yet another step towards you. You try to back away again... and find the solid wall pressing against your back. Nowhere to run)

Why... are you getting so close t—

It didn't take me too long to find the reason. When I asked them something, they finally spoke... and I saw it. Blood. It looked like it had been wiped with something like... oh, I don't know... this.

* (He finally closes the distance and reaches for your arm. Your sleeve has some dried blood on it, not too noticeable against the red plaid pattern, but for someone who knew what he was looking for, it was more than evident)
* (You try to break free from his grip, but can't. You didn't even know he had this much strength. Your arm starts trembling slightly despite your best efforts to seem calm and collected. He finally lets go of you)

You know I don't approve of you hitting them with that stupid bat of yours in the first place. But this was too far, even for you.

You thought taking them to QC's and getting them a hot chocolate would buy their silence?

* (He scoffs. Having every single detail of what happened yesterday laid out in the open makes that repressed guilt come back with a vengeance. All the excuses, all the rationalizations, gone in an instant, leaving just the fact that you hit a little kid so hard you made them bleed)

Aren't you going to say anything?

* (You hesitate for a moment before forcing a smile, the same one you flash when you try to appear confident even when you're falling apart at the seams)

S-so what? They went and tattled to their big bro so that he could—

Tattled?

* (The word comes from his mouth as nothing more than a quiet murmur. Yet it's enough to make you quiet down instantly, more than yelling ever could)

I had to talk to them for an hour before they even gave me a hint as to what happened. And even then, they didn't talk about the details.

That's why I'm asking you, someone older, who should be more mature and responsible, to tell me what happened. But maybe I came to the wrong person.

* (The backhanded insult, the implication left hanging in the air, makes you want to glare at him. But what comes out is a look that mixes repressed guilt, self-hatred, and fear)

I... I already told you. They were picking on Elly and wouldn't stop even when I told them to cut it off, so I did what I always do. I chased them around for a bit and started hitting them. Softly, playfully at first...

Then I... I swung harder than I meant to. And hit them in their face instead of their head. Look, Azzy, I was having a very bad day already and—

So you take it out on Kris?!

* (There it is. The storm is finally here. He's raised his voice for the first time in forever. You practically jump out of your skin, suddenly feeling like there's not enough oxygen in the room. His breathing is heavier now, and your legs suddenly feel like jelly)

I don't give a sh-... a crap how much of a bad day you were having, December. I have bad days too, and you don't see me taking it out on Noelle, do you?

I had to lie to my mom. I had to tell her Kris tripped and that's why they had blood in their mouth. If I told her you were the one who did this to them, her heart would break in two.

* (He takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. You can feel yourself holding back the tears. You don't want to seem weak in front of him. Your eyes remain glued to the classroom floor)

So I guess I'm just the worst person—

Don't even start.

* (The words are delivered with such calm and clinical detachment that you have no option but to keep quiet. Even you know this was a pathetic attempt at victimization, one he could see right through)
* (He takes a step back and slowly turns to the door, his shoulders slumped as he sighs)

I barely recognize you anymore, Dess. The girl I used to know would have never done what you did yesterday, and much less tried to hide it afterwards.

Don't go near them again.

* (Something about him saying that last part just sets you off. You feel a mix of anguish and rage. You finally look up, eyes filled with tears, face contorted into a scowl)

What?! And since when do you get to decide that?!

I'm their brother. I'm supposed to protect them. Protect them from people who want to hurt them.

* (Filled with a cocktail of emotions too complicated to even begin to untangle, you push off the wall. He turns to face you again, and you jab your finger at his chest)

Oh, I want to hurt them, Asriel?! I'm just a bad influence after all, huh?!

* (You get up in his face, your voice filled with anger, tears streaming down your cheeks. You shove his shoulder, and he takes a step back, his eyes widening with shock)

Do you have any fucking idea of what I go through every day?! Of course you don't. You have friends. You have good grades. You're so popular. Everyone in town likes you! You don't even know what it's like to be me, Dreemurr.

* (You shove him again, harder this time)

Dess, stop—

And after yet another shitty day, while you were out hanging out with Bratty, or Catty, or the Angel knows who else, I come back home and your little shit of a sibling is picking on my sister. AGAIN.

* (After that last part, you can see his expression change almost immediately, from shock and surprise to a slight frown)

What did you just call them?

* (You ignore him completely. You reach out and grab him by the jacket)

Let go of me—

And now I have to get cornered by the golden boy trying to play hero? The knight in shining armor who swoops in to protect his insufferable sibling from the town's troublemaker—

I SAID LET GO!

* (That second jab at Kris seems to ignite the fuse on Asriel, and before you can even finish, he snaps back and shoves you backwards. Hard. Harder than you ever thought he could manage. You stumble and hit the wall with your back, falling to the floor)
* (Asriel stares at his hand in disbelief for a moment before shaking his head as if pushing the thought away, taking a step closer, looming over you)

You wash your mouth before you even think about talking about Kris like that! They're a good kid, and just because you're too messed up in the head to fix your life, you don't get to take it out on them! Not while I'm here.

* (You look up, trying to hold back the sobs. Your ears are ringing, the yelling, getting shoved against the wall, everything feels like a nightmare come true)
* (You've never seen Asriel this angry before, and knowing that you're the cause makes it even worse)

I don't want you near them. And if I ever find out you lay a finger on them again...

* (He doesn't finish the threat. He doesn't need to. He stays there in silence for a moment, his chest heaving, before slowly turning away. He looks down at his hand again, the same one he pushed you with)

Fuck...

* (He tenses up, covering his mouth with his fist, surprised at himself for swearing before dropping his arm to his side, trembling with anger)

FUCK!

* (He says it again, now in a yell, before slowly starting to walk towards the door, reaching for the handle. Feeling a surge of panic, you speak up)

W-wait! Does this mean... we're... over...?

* (You can barely talk, your voice choked up as you weave words between quiet sobs. He doesn't even answer. He just sighs before leaving and closing the door behind him. The sound of the latch locking in place feels louder than a slammed door ever could)
* (You hear his footsteps growing quieter until you're left in complete silence in the empty schoolhouse, the only sounds in the room being your pathetic sobs)
* (You remain on the ground, curled up into a ball, crying. Seconds turn to minutes, then to hours. The unused classroom gets darker and darker until night falls. You finally find the strength to get up and slowly walk out of the school)

* (You did it again, Dess)

​

We were still teenagers back then, and hadn't been dating for too long. Dess had a few weeks off from the military and came back home alongside Azzy to visit us.

When she entered QC's Diner and walked up to where we were hanging out, I was so surprised to see her! She had wanted to surprise me so she hadn't told me she'd be back early, fwahaha. I couldn't bring myself to be even a bit annoyed though — I had really missed her. It was my first time seeing her since she moved out.

While we chatted happily though, you watched, looking somewhat... nervous. The same way you used to get around Ms. Dreemurr.

I went to introduce you two, blushing at the thought of being able to introduce you as my girlfriend as I had fantasized about countless times, but before I could, Dess turned to you, carefully looked you up and down with an unusually serious expression, and said, "So... you're the girl who has been dating my little sis."

You agreed, seeming a bit intimidated and awkward, expecting her to start giving you the shovel talk, just as my parents both had, or maybe object to our relationship...

I moved to interject, but then suddenly, Dess told you, "Let's play baseball together."

Even though both of us were surprised and you said you had never played before, she essentially ushered us out of the diner, pushing our backs, and walked us towards the woods. She had already brought two bats, gloves, and a ball with her, having leaned them against the outside wall of the diner so she could grab them after getting us.

She told me I could sit down in front of a tree and watch us play if I wanted to. I hesitantly lowered myself onto the grass, leaning my back against the bark of a tree, and looked on towards the both of you.

Of course, with just two players, you could not properly play baseball. Instead, you'd just take turns batting at eachother and attempting to catch the ball, she explained, and handed you a bat and one of the gloves, while bouncing the ball in her hand.

The bat had been drawn on with paint by Dess, the surface of it covered in black stars and fire in the way she found cool. you evidently found it just as cool as she did, as you voiced your opinion, "Dude, this bat is sick!"

You grasped the handle of the bat and experimentally swung it, feeling its weight. She laughed and responded good-naturedly to your compliment, but as much as I had missed hearing her voice directly and not from the speaker of my phone, all I could focus on was how good you looked swinging that bat around while you probably imagined you were Susiezilla wrecking a city with it. The way your forearms looked in that shirt, gosh...

H-hey, you already know by now that I always found you hot, fwahaha!

So you guys started playing against eachother while I sat in the shade, watching you two interact. Even though you failed to catch the ball in your glove the first few times and hissed "Damn it.", you got the hang of it pretty quickly.

Seeing you with my sister, two of the people I treasured most in my life together, was... nice. I could have almost fallen asleep right there, with the sound of you two talking and having a match in my ears.

But then, Dess started talking to you more pointedly and asking you questions, like how we had met and how we started dating. Even if she sounded casual and it seemed innocuous at first, it was as if... she was trying to gauge how good of a girlfriend you were to me, how much you loved me, whether you were... eventually going to leave me heartbroken.

You got annoyed at the questioning and tip toeing around, and told her you'd never hurt me. You looked down at your shoes, squeezing the handle of the bat tightly, and... you said that you were aware of just how "good" I was, and that you weren't good enough for me, but that you still... loved me. And you were trying, trying to be better for me, alright?

That was the first time you had said you loved me.

You know, I had thought the same back then. That I wasn't good enough for you. I wanted to object, deny the notion that you weren't good enough for me, but I was frozen solid, like a deer caught in headlights, only able to watch the interaction in front of me play out, because of the word "love" coming out of your mouth and the revelation that you thought the same as me.

There were a few moments of silence as your gaze stayed averted and Dess scrutinized you. But then, all of a sudden, she moved to tap the tip of the bat in her hands against the top of your snout.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and then she... started talking.

Talking about how she had always felt not good enough too. Not good enough of an older sibling to me, not good enough of a daughter for our parents, for Mom. Like the black sheep of the family, the outcast in our town.

Mom had wanted her to go to college, pick a good major, but she had known that wasn't for her. That even if Mom would be highly disappointed in her and there would be endless arguments about it if she didn't go, she wasn't going to be happy if she folded herself into a box and forcibly pushed herself to become "better", to become good enough for other people, all the while drowning in her self-loathing inside.

She told you that I wouldn't stop talking about you whenever she and I called eachother, and she could tell how much I loved you and how much you loved me. She said you seemed like a good kid, and not to push yourself too hard, okay?

She slapped you on the shoulder with a smile, and your body slightly rattled from the strength of it. Dess had become quite strong and muscular during her time away from home, after all.

You stared at her wide-eyed and nodded, and yes, I could see the slight blush on your face. Your little crush on her was pretty obvious from the way you raved to Kris and I about just how cool my sister was afterwards, fwahaha! Don't deny it!

Was I jealous? Well... maybe a bit, at the time. Just a bit, okay???!

It's been such a long time since then. Years later, she asked to be the bridesmaid for both of us during our wedding, since she wanted to support both of her little sisters.

It was the happiest day of my life, and it still is.

Happy anniversary, Susie.

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(I just wanted to write about an AU where nothing happened to Dess and everyone lived happily ever after. Well, relatively at least. Afterwards I suddenly realized I'm not sure whether this post even fits the vibe of the sub, so feel free to remove it if it doesn't lol)

Y'know, Madeline Blooks, officer Blook's cousin! The girl that used to be classmates with Dess and Asriel! You dont know who that is? Well she rarely go outside ever since she dropped out of Highschool to pursue her youtuber career. Well, that didn't work quite well for her and Dess said she turned into a "NEET" because she ran out of money-she didn't exactly said that though.......oh, wait, I remember!She said Miss Blooks got exposed for being "Short-a-coin" or something like that and basically ruined her entire career......

Well, anyways, enough of the bad stuff, it seems like she finally met some guy online and got herself a man! She said the father of her kid is a "mysterious blue stranger" who she met in a fantasy world-probably some video game nonsense, haha, and that the baby would probably look just like him!!!

wait, kris? why are you pale and sweating?