All Play, No Work

Looking back wasnt really what she did. Ever. Move ahead, move forward and just get it over with. But here she was, sitting on her bed and thinking back on a very strange day. A day with the class weirdo. She shook her head at that thought.
No, she couldn't think that anymore. KRIS was her friend now. It made her head swirl with how quickly that changed, heck, just that morning she had considered biting his face off! But now she was thinking back, Kris never said anything about mentioning the chalk to Ms. Alphys. She just...assumed he would. Assumed the worst. Assumed he hated her or whatever. The guilt made her stomach churn, or maybe that was the week old pizza she had.
A soft squeaking. That's all it took to get her attention. Hell it was a small town, any noise after 9pm was attention grabbing. So Susie sat up and peeled back the old newspaper over the window next to her mattress. At first she didnt see anything through the blackness of the night. Then she saw...Kris. Kris pulling what looked like an old toy wagon and whatever was in it covered by a sweater.
Kris looked...manic, but stopped every so often, either to pant for air or look around as if to make sure he wasnt being followed or something. Susie's instincts told her something was really wrong. As secondary as breathing she followed her instincts and got up, put on her shoes and followed Kris as carefully as she could. Kris moved differently than before, or at least how he moved from this morning. There was less smoothness in his actions, as if his whole body was tense and ready to bolt at any moment.
Susie did her best to stay out of Kris's sight not that it was too difficult with how focused and jittery he was. She realized quickly where he was going. "Why would he be going to the dump..?" She wondered aloud as she watched Kris move a few boards and pull the lump from the wagon through the hole in the fence behind them. Susie shrugged, she had come this far, so she wedged her way through the fence hole.
The dump was MUCH bigger than she expected, not that she ever had much reason to give it much thought. Still it was fairly easy to follow the clanking clatter of whatever Kris carried even under the sweater. She hid behind a conveniently shaped door, leaning against one of the piles of car bits, and peered around the corner to see what was happening. She didn't really believe her eyes with what happened next.
Kris sighed and popped off the rear lights of an old car, placing the lump on the ground. He moved like he had done this a thousand times as he popped open the ancient car trunk and pried it open. Inside was reams and stacks of paper, every inch of which was drawn on and colored. Kris pushed these aside and tugged out a box marked with a crude Heart sign. The box he struggled with a moment before setting it on a 3 legged coffee table and opening it. He scowled at the contents and snorted, shaking his head. Next he pulled the sweater off the cage. Susie had to hold her maw shut so she didn't gasp. Inside was Kris's...SOUL.
At least. She hoped it was HIS. The soul thrashed and pulsed against the cold iron cage it was in, pressing itself to be closer to Kris wherever he moved.
Susie couldn't take her eyes off it in stunned shock until a glint caught her eyes. Kris suddenly had a HUGE knife! She gripped the door so hard it threatened to crack. What was he doing?! Where did he get that?! Kris opened the cage slowly, carefully stepped away as the SOUL floated out and started its obediant way towards Kris, it's supposed Owner. Susie grit her teeth, Kris gripped the knife by his side, a manic smile on his face as he raised the blade and "HEEYY!! NGGAAAHH!! COME OUT! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!!" The familar gruff voice of Officer Undyne sent both teens scrambling. Susie nearly jumped out of her scales and grabbed the door for support. The junkpile lurched and swayed. Kris jumped backwards...right into the coffee table and the Box. He yelled as his shins hit wood, causing him to stumble and drop his knife. The SOUL saw an opportunity and LUNGED forward. For a split second, Susie saw what was in the box as its contents threatened to spill out. Hundreds of little soul bits, all red and cracked. All Kris's SOUL. All dull and dead.
Kris's current SOUL shot forward, aiming for Kris. Kris  turned. The SOUL missed. And the Box, EXPLODED.
Susie could only watch as the energy from the still living heart merged with all the other peices and bits turning into a building, blinding red glow. She tried to move, tried to grab for her friend. "KRIS!" She screamed. He barely managed to recognize Susie before the Box turned into a bomb of blinding red light. A direct beam of which blasted Kris and passed through him, into him. However not all of it hit Kris, a few stray bits whizzed by...and struck Susie instead. The last thing that passed through her mind was a memory. "...I'm sorry Kris, I can't"

Susie the Dragon shot up in bed, in a cold sweat. She checked her chest and face for burns or wounds. Instead she found...her usual clothes. Before she could sigh relief, she froze and raised her head. This...was NOT her house. Well obviously it wasnt, but she knew where she slept and the exact number of cracked floorboards to avoid. It looked like her house, smelled like her house...but it wasn't. It was never this clean, this tidy and the appliances so new. Or so many. There wasnt even newspaper on the windows. But what really made her head hurt, was the open closet across from her. Normally bare save for an extra hoodie, now had clothes. One set of which eerily resembled the Lightner outfit she wore when she was with Kris in the DarkWorld. She had to find Kris. Fast.