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[SFW] His Dragon and Her Treasure: Chapter 4 Part 1

Oct 8th, 2019
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  1. >Amidst the cool breeze and setting sun, Kris was strolling down the sidewalk westwards to his humble home after helping his father at his flower shop and get some helpful advice for what he planned on doing once he got home
  2. >Dusk was now beginning to set over the town, the cool breeze flowing through the trees as the star-filled night began to take over the sky
  3. >Long walks whenever he’s alone are what the human enjoyed whenever he got the chance to have them, as it gave him the peace of mind to ponder or to commentate in his own subconscious
  4. >The only sounds accompanied him were the sounds of gentle winds breezing by and sneakers hitting the pavement
  5. >Though that doesn’t mean he didn’t enjoy talking with someone else about whatever was on his mind, especially his draconic beauty of a girlfriend
  6. >But in this case, he was in his own mind wondering how to approach his mother in telling her that he and Susie were dating
  7. >Kris debated within his own mind and thought of the various ways that his conversation with his mother could go, 'What if she instantly says ‘no’ and doesn’t listen to me afterward? Would she be angry or disappointed that I didn’t tell her sooner? Maybe I can try to mention how Susie has been a positive role model to me before I mention anything else?'
  8. >He moved his hand and rubbed the back of his neck and let out an exhausted sigh, going through the worst cases made his stomach feel heavy...and empty, ironically
  9. >Kris couldn’t have said it any sooner, for when he placed his hand to his stomach, right on cue it let out an audible, almost disgusting gurgle bubbled on for a solid 5 seconds
  10. >Kris hadn’t realized until then, but he hadn’t eaten anything throughout the whole day other than some of that chocolate he had on him earlier, of which he then gave the rest to Susie
  11. >He wasn’t even sure how he managed to help his father, let alone function at all, with just only that in his system
  12. >To the human’s dismay, he began to regret giving the rest of it to her, as now he was craving for something or anything to eat right now
  13. >Just then, realization struck Kris as he remembered who was at home
  14. >Kris quickly dug in his pocket and whipped out his pretty well-worn cell phone and dialed up his mom, her contact name simply being “My Mom”
  15. >He placed the phone up to his ear as the typical dial-up tone rang in his ear, hoping that she’d pick up
  16. >After a few anxious moments an audible click was heard on the other end, followed by a familiar soft, warm voice saying, “Hello?”
  17. >“Hey mom,” Kris warmly responded back, “I’m just calling to let you know that I’m a few minutes away from home… Well, that and I’m starving. Hopefully, I’ll be there in time for dinner…?”
  18. >Kris heard his mother chuckle on the other side of the call, “Oh, of course, dear. You’ll be very happy to know that I’m making your favorite dish, along with some freshly baked pie of course.”
  19. >Kris instantly felt a whole lot better after hearing her say that, “I’ll be on my way then! Love you bye!” He quickly uttered out before ending the call and began eagerly fast-walking his way home
  20. >“I love you as well, swee-” was all that Toriel said before being cut off by the audible beep of the call ending
  21. >She looked at her phone in bewilderment before laughing to herself, “*giggle* My my, my young man certainly loves me when it comes to my cooking.” the goat mother laughed as she continued on with her cooking
  22.  
  23. >After some lengthy sprinting, Kris finally made it to his humble abode
  24. >As he took a moment to catch his breath, he saw the lights were on in the house, minus his and his mother’s bedrooms
  25. >Finally composing himself, Kris walked up the pavement that leads to the front door, fixed his shirt and tidied himself up a bit, and pressed the small doorbell that was adjacent to the door
  26. >Clicking the doorbell caused a simple yet cheerful tune to emanate from the door, and after a few moments Kris could hear footsteps approaching the other side of the door, along with the sounds of various locks being unlocked
  27. >The door slowly opened to reveal his loving mother, who must’ve been in the middle of cooking due to the flour and other ingredients smearing her apron
  28. >“Welcome home, my child!” Toriel cheerfully cooed as Kris walked in and gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek
  29. >As he closed the door behind him, Kris was instantly greeted by the amazing aroma and sounds of food being cooked
  30. >He took in a hefty whiff of the delicious smells around him and let out a satisfied sigh; he could already tell what was cooking on the stove just by the smell in the air
  31. >Before he could even have the chance to say anything back, the motherly goat came in close and wrapped her arms around her young man, giving him a warm, gentle hug
  32. >Kris plopped his backpack onto the ground to give himself better access to reciprocate his mother's kind gesture, “Hi mom.” he said as he embraced the hug
  33. >The kept their embrace for a good amount of time, enjoying the affection that was generating
  34. >Something about the way his mother comforts him brought him a snese of peace
  35. >Whenever he had a bad day, or just felt like a pile of garbage, he’d always go to his mom to receive a loving hug and reassuring words
  36. >Even when he was little, whenever he’d cry about not having horns like his brother, his mother would always calm him down by draping her arms around him and telling him that horns or not he’ll always be her son
  37. >Thinking about these memories, coupled with the warm sensation of Toriel’s embrace made Kris let out a comforting sigh of relief
  38. >Toriel herself would give up all her worldly possessions if it meant having all the time in the world to give her son her loving hugs… except in this case when she heard water beginning to hiss
  39. >She darted her head around to see the pot was boiling and bubbling to the point that streams of hot water was drizzling down the steel pot and causing the burner to hiss and expel steam
  40. >Toriel blurted out, “Oh my goodness!” as she quickly withdrew herself from Kris’ embrace, almost causing the boy, who was too occupied by her hug, to almost slip and end up flat on his ass
  41. >Toriel grabbed a nearby wooden spoon while she toned down the heat, “My apologies, my child, but I almost forgot about the food. Why don’t you take your things upstairs and clean yourself up while I finish up with the cooking?”
  42. >“I’ll do that right now, then.” Kris noted as he gave his mother a smile, and grabbed his backpack as he walked up the stairs
  43.  
  44. >Kris trotted his way up to second floor and opened the door that lead to his and his brother’s room… though technically it was *just* his room, since Asriel was still at college
  45. >Flicking on the light switch, the room lit up and caused Kris to recoil and his eyes to wince from the brightness
  46. >Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he walked in and took a moment to admire the room
  47. >On the left, there was Asriel’s side of the room; it was perfectly pristine due to not being touched at all
  48. >The trophies on the shelf, his bed and nightstand barely touched as if time froze on that side of the room; all left alone as if everything in that side of the room has been frozen in time
  49. >On the opposite side of the bed there was the old computer, which reminded him of the times he would scare the ever-living crap out of Asriel by pranking him with jumpscare videos on YouTube
  50. >Though to be fair Asriel would play those old-timey ukulele songs that’s used in horror movies in the middle of the night to get him back
  51. >Kris chuckled thinking of those good memories, though the feeling of melancholy washed over him about his brother not being here
  52. >He’d really love it right now if his brother were here to give him some words of encouragement for when he tells his mom about Susie
  53. >Kris then looked to the other side of the room where his side was; not having as much flair as his brother’s side of the room, but he made sure to call it his own
  54. >What were once just empty shelves that collected nothing but dust, now displayed various objects that he had begun to collect and keep as special mementos
  55. >Various cool looking rocks that he and Susie found that were placed in a mason jar, an ace of spades playing card that in a small frame to remind him of Lancer, some trinkets that were valuables in Dark World, the cat plush that he grabbed from the abandoned classroom, an actual trophy he and Susie won in a school contest, which they secretly raffled in for obvious reasons, a gold coin that Susie gave him, which from her own collection of sorts, and other things that Kris deemed as sentimental
  56. >Since he started collecting these and put them on display, that feeling of animosity over his brother’s achievements never stirred in him
  57. >He felt proud of what he had to show, and that’s all that mattered
  58. >But there was one thing that stood above the rest, and it was on the highest part of the shelf
  59. >Kris made his way towards his bed, plopped his backpack by the corner of it, took off his shoes, and lifted himself up onto it
  60. >After gaining some balance onto the unstable surface he was standing on, Kris reached his hand towards the object and grasped it in his hands
  61. >He swiped the object away from the shelf, which turned out to be another picture frame, but this time it had a photo in it
  62. >The photo showing a familiar, tall, purple dragon next to the same human who was holding said picture
  63. >They took this picture when Kris was able to find his brother’s old polaroid camera so that they could take some cool photos of them posing all around Hometown
  64. >Susie had her left arm slung around the human’s shoulder while her right arm was shown to be flipping off the camera, and giving it the snaggle-toothed smile that he loved oh so much
  65. >As for himself in the picture, his left arm was out of frame since he was holding the camera out, but his right hand was making the “sign of the horns” gesture to obviously try to mimic Susie but not be rude of course
  66. >Both of their faces were scuffed with dirt, most likely from tussling around on the ground to see who could pin the other down for 3 seconds
  67. >He still remembers running home and washing out the dried mud out of his hair before his mother got home
  68. >Though what always grabbed Kris’ attention was one little detail; the fact that he was smiling
  69. >And while some may think that doesn’t mean much, it means a whole lot more when you consider the fact that this is the first time Kris has genuinely smiled in a photo in a long time… or at all
  70. >Before befriending Susie, Kris never felt truly happy in his life unless it was some of the few things he enjoyed, such as chocolate, his family, his only friend at the time being Noelle, his drawing and piano skills, etc.
  71. >But even with those things, they all had drawbacks when he thought about them; chocolate was basically a form of coping and thus is basically an addiction, his family inevitably fell apart with his parents divorcing, his brother leaving for college, and other things that made him feel like he was worthless
  72. >He’d blame himself on these things since he was human, even if what his parents say about humans being capable of inheriting monster qualities; the fact that he wasn’t like anyone else in the town had to be the reason
  73. >And to top it all off, there was that... force, that internally tormented him by making him think things he didn’t want to… do things he didn’t want to…
  74. >The only way he knew--no--the only thing he *could* do to make the pain go away was by ripping what that red, dripping, vile parasite out of his chest cavity and…
  75. >Kris shook his head as he realized that his head was starting to go back into that headspace that he never wanted to return to
  76. >To put it short, he never really enjoyed smiling in photos… or at all during those dark times
  77. >But once he met Susie, and went into the Dark World with her… and finally telling her that he loved her…
  78. >He looked again at the picture, his smile still as wide and bright as ever, and the dragon who was next to him
  79. >His dragon…
  80. >Looking at it again gave the kindling of confidence that was dwindling within Kris the spark it needed to go forward
  81. >He caressed the image with his thumb on Susie’s face before planting a kiss on it and putting it back on his shelf
  82. >Even with the fear of his mother prohibiting his and Susie’s relation clawing at his feet
  83. >No matter what his mom will say, he’ll fight for what he believes is right for not only him but for his loyal dragon as well
  84. >Kris hopped off the bed, and right on time, he heard his mother’s voice yell from downstairs, “Kriiiiiis! Dinner’s ready!”
  85. >“Coming mom!” Kris yelled back as he put back on his shoes, and began making his way out of the room
  86. >But before he made it out, something caught his eye that made him pause in his tracks
  87. >On the opposite side of his bed, there was the rusted birdcage, placed upon the red wagon he had since he was little…
  88. >Kris looked at it for a second, and after a while it made him realize something
  89. >It’s actually been a long time that he threw his soul into that thing… In fact, he can’t recall the last time he felt anything of that nature of it pounding from within him to the point where he would pull it out
  90. >It seemed as if the force that was tormenting him was… gone
  91. >The thought made Kris… happy
  92. >Kris turned off the light in his room and began heading downstairs
  93. >He thought to himself that maybe it was time to throw that old birdcage out in the trash
  94.  
  95. >Kris made his way downstairs and turned to the dining room table, where he could see his mother finishing up placing the rest of the cutlery neatly onto the table
  96. >There two sets cutlery that were prepared, unsurprisingly
  97. >Once Toriel finished up the preparation, she then made her way back to the kitchen, “Come and take your seat, sweetie.” Toriel warmly said to Kris as she made her way to the kitchen
  98. >Kris wasted no time in grabbing a seat and laying the napkin onto his lap
  99. >As he scooted closer to the table, he gazed upon it with a dopey smile as there was salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, a plate of freshly baked garlic bread, a bowl of salad and one of those bottles of parmesan cheese all laid out neatly
  100. >He became giddy with excitement when he heard footsteps coming out of the kitchen
  101. >Toriel walked out with a large bowl in hand, wearing some oven mitts to protect her delicate hands from being burned
  102. >Once she placed the bowl down onto the middle of the table, Kris could finally admire in mouth-watering satisfaction for what he’d waited for since his mom mentioned it
  103. >Spaghetti and meatballs
  104. >It was a rare thing for Kris’ mother to make any form of pasta, as she usually kept it for special occasions like Christmas, birthdays, etcetera
  105. >So it came as a surprise to the human to hear from his mom that she was making it out of the blue
  106. >Not that he was complaining of course, as evident by the ‘eyeing a girl who’s strip teasing in front of you’ look he was giving to the bowl of sauce soaked noodles
  107. >Kris immediately dove in like a wild hyena that had just found a fresh corpse and pulled out a heaping pile of spaghetti with the pair of tongs that were on the table
  108. >He filled his plate to the brim with a mountain of spindly carbs, along with grabbing the parmesan bottle and sprinkling down a snowfall of Italian nose candy to make Mount Everest as his meal, along with some garlic bread of course
  109. >Before he dove in however, he forgot to get one more thing, and grabbed the tongs to grab a meatball and placed it on his plate
  110. >Toriel watched in awe and slight horror by the sheer amount of food that her small human son was placing onto his plate
  111. >She knew that he loved her food and accepted the fact that he had what was essentially a crippling addiction to chocolate and her pies, as evident by the many times she’s caught him eat a slice in the dead of some nights
  112. >But it never ceased to amaze her that he would eat so much, considering that he has a very slim figure for his age
  113. >Toriel remarked on this, “Kris, I could never understand how you could eat so much! Honestly, my child, I fear that all this heavy eating is going to go straight to your waistline.”
  114. >Kris looked up at her as he shoved a forkful of twirled angel hair into his orifice, “Well... I haven’t gained that much weight over the years, have I? Not to mention that I’ve been much more active lately, so I like to think that the Angel gave me a free pass. Besides, the only thing I’m gonna get is a better boy butt.”
  115. >Kris flashed a grin to his mother as she slurped up the noodles, which earned him an annoyed but amused look from Toriel as she rolled her eyes
  116. >While her son’s charisma and otherwise ‘smartass’ nature, if she had to put it crudely, was something to behold, he wasn’t exactly wrong
  117. >Whether it be her simply making meals daily or making food for big occasions like Christmas or Thanksgiving, Kris would glutton himself in eating anything that he defined as delicious
  118. >And yet, despite all of the heavy calories that her son consumes, his health or physical look never seemed to change
  119. >Even when she took him to the hospital for a physical a few months back, Kris was weighed as being a healthy 150 pounds, which was standard for an 18-year-old like him, and came out with no major or minor health issues
  120. >While Toriel was happy that her son was healthy, it never stopped her from being perplexed by her son’s enigma
  121. >She just chalked it up as a human thing for having insanely good metabolism
  122. >Save for the sounds of forks scraping against the fine china and dulled noises of chewing, they spent their dinner quietly >Toriel then decided to ask her son how his day had gone
  123. >“So Kris, how was your day?” Toriel warmly asked as her son inhaled more Italian essence into his system
  124. >“Ouh, mmh, Whell-” Kris swallowed the spaghetti that was impeding his speech, “It was alright. School was okay, other than homework being a bore.”
  125. >Toriel chuckled, “Trust me, my child, and I don’t enjoy having to talk to parents who don’t know how to teach their kids discipline. But we do it because we have to.”
  126. >Kris just shrugged, “Yeah that’s true, I guess.” and continued eating
  127. >Toriel decided to ask another question, “And how was it with your father?”
  128. >Kris looked at her with a shocked expression on his face, “You… you want to know about how I and dad were…?”
  129. >Seeing the obvious look of confusion on her son’s face, Toriel said, “Of course, child. Just because your father and I are not together doesn’t mean I want to know how it was between you and him. He may not be my husband anymore but he’s still your father, and I want to make sure he’s just doing his job on his side. You’re old enough to know that, Kris.”
  130. >His mother’s tone had enough serenity in it to blow away the initial worry that he had
  131. >“Well, it actually was pretty fun if I’m being honest-” Kris took a bite out of some garlic bread and drank some water to help it go down easy, “*gulp* Ahhh… I helped him out with planting new seeds, moved around some bags of manure, and he even let me use the hedge-trimmer.”
  132. >“Oh my,” Toriel uttered with concern in her tone, “Did you get hurt by any chance?
  133. >In Kris’ head he would’ve said something along the lines of, “No mom, I chopped my arm off and grew a new one,” for laughs, but if he wanted to bring up anything related to Susie he would have to be on her good side
  134. >Kris nodded his head, “I’m alright mom. Dad made sure I wasn’t using them the wrong way.”
  135. >Toriel’s demeanor shifted back to being more relaxed as she let out a sigh of relief, “Well, thank goodness, I’m glad he did. You know how I get whenever you use sharp tools.”
  136. >Kris laughed in an annoyed tone, “Okay that was the one time I cut myself with the cheesegrater!”
  137. >Toriel snapped back in a deadpan tone, “Kris, that was two days ago.”
  138. >Kris could only put his hands up in defeat, “...You got me there.”
  139. >They gave each other a stand-still look before the two laughed it off and continued eating
  140. >Within Kris' subconscious, the notion of 'now or never' echoed loud and clear... And there was no turning back now
  141. >He didn’t even realize that he was rapidly thumping his foot on the wooden ground
  142. >Kris knew he had to bring up the topic sooner or later, and in his vocabulary, it was either now or never
  143. >He kept darting his eyes at his mother, who was happily enjoying her own fine cooking, before looking back at his own plate
  144. >With newfound resolve, he took a heavy drink of his water, which he honestly wished was soda or hard liquor to give him some extra courage, and a sigh of inevitability
  145. >Kris began to speak in a casual manner, “So... I don’t think I’ve ever told you about that friend I made a while back… have I?”
  146. >Toriel looked up to her son with a surprised look in her eyes, “Oh, well that’s an interesting topic to bring up, but no I don’t believe so.”
  147. >Kris said, “Yeah… It does seem a bit odd to bring up, but it just came around in my head. They’ve been a pretty good friend for the past couple of months, honestly. I’ve been able to help them out in school, and they’ve been able to… make me be more confident in myself.”
  148. >Toriel looked at her son with an optimistic glint in her eye, “Really? Well whoever this friend of yours is, I must thank them for how well they’ve been a great influence for you, Kris. I have noticed that you’ve become a lot more sociable with everyone, you’ve been picking up on your music and artistic skills…”
  149. >Kris face glowed with elation as he heard his mother acknowledge his improved qualities
  150. >Kris wouldn’t consider himself as the ‘envious’ type, or at least not as much after meeting Susie, but hearing compliments like that gave him that special feeling that made him feel happy and accomplished
  151. >“And…” Toriel hesitated for a moment as if she was reconsidering what she was going to say next, “...Oh, Angel forgive me for sounding like a terrible mother, but you’ve shown more emotion than I’ve ever seen in your teenage years.”
  152. >She placed her fluffy hands on her face and shook her head in embarrassment, “Oh that must sound terrible to hear coming from your own mother.”
  153. >Kris could see that his mother was distressed for saying such a thing
  154. >Honestly, it *would’ ve* hurt… if not for the fact that she was right
  155. >“Oh No no no, Mom.” Kris uttered in a low tone as he shook his hands, “I mean you aren’t wrong… I hadn’t been showing my true emotions that much during those times.”
  156. >Kris looked down at his plate as he continued speaking with a monotone voice, “I guess I was… depressed? I’m not sure. I-I didn’t want to bring it up because I didn’t want to seem like a burden. But then one I met… my new friend, I felt better about myself, and they taught me how to appreciate life.”
  157. >Once he finished his little spiel, Toriel looked at her son with compassion and empathy as she even saw how this change has even made him more open about his own feelings
  158. >“Oh, Kris… I’m sorry that you felt that way before.” She motioned a paw towards Kris’ free hand and gently laid her fluffy hand upon it, “I could say something along the lines of, ‘you should’ve said something earlier,’ but if anything *I* should’ve known that something was troubling you, child.
  159. >The melancholic vile of self-pity began to well up inside the human as the words his mother said resonated within him
  160. >In hindsight, maybe he should’ve told her sooner about how he felt over the past year or so
  161. >But then again, how would she react if he told her that he had a tendency to rip out his very soul because some otherworldly force was robbing him of his life and sometimes sent him into a knife-wielding, genocidal feeling tangent?
  162. >Surely that would’ve sent up enough red flags for his mother to call in the very pope himself for an exercise or to send him away to a summer church camp
  163. >Well what mattered now was that thanks to Susie, he’s become a better person than he was before
  164. >The lingering feeling of shame and doubt began to dissipate, Toriel then noted, “But… in the end I’m so happy that you’ve improved so much, my child.” and gave her son a warm smile
  165. >Kris just stared back at his mother’s caring eyes and couldn’t help but smile back, “Thanks, mom.”
  166. >“It’s a mother’s duty to make sure her son is cared for at all times, especially rambunctious ones such as yourself.” Toriel chortled, which made Kris laugh along as well
  167. >After about 3 solid seconds of laughter, they let both let out a sigh of relief and continued finishing up their meals
  168. >'Looks like things are running smoothly,'Kris thought to himself as he scarfed down the rest of the spaghetti off of his plate, 'Though… I’ll have to break the ice about it right no-'
  169. >Toriel spoke, “Oh wait a moment, Kris. You didn’t say who this ‘new friend’ of yours is. Who are they, if you don’t mind me asking?”
  170. >Kris’ eyes popped out and felt like his heart had stopped beating for a mere second
  171. >Looks like it’s time to give her the answer
  172. >“Well… it’s, um… It’s…” he struggled to bring out the name
  173. >Toriel, who was very confused by her son’s hesitation, began listing off some of the students in his class
  174. >“Is it Jockington?” she asked
  175. >“No, not Jockington. He seems very extroverted and I don’t think I could handle that type of hype from him. ”
  176. >“I see… Well, is it Temmie?”
  177. >The anxiety and dread filled the human with every student his mother assumed that wasn’t Susie
  178. >“N-no, but don’t get me wrong, she seems like a nice person to know. Just don’t know how to approach her ‘vibrations,’ if that makes any sense.”
  179. >“Catti?”
  180. >Kris could feel tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead as the air around him began to feel like he was in an oven
  181. >“Nah,” he scowled jokingly, “she never seems interested in anything other than her phone.”
  182. >“Berdley?”
  183. >“Oh Ange- I mean, double no! The day I become friends with him is the day I jump into a volcano in nothing but my birthday suit.”
  184. >Toriel couldn’t help but stifle her giggle, as she couldn’t help but be amused by her son’s ‘creative’ vocabulary, even if it was meanspirited
  185. >“Oh Kris, Berdly cannot be that bad of a kid, can he?” Toriel rhetorically asked
  186. >Kris just let out a half-assed laugh as he thought to himself, (“If you only knew the half of it… ”)
  187. >Toriel thought to herself of any other students that Kris could possibly make friends with but came up empty-handed
  188. >“Well, I’m sorry to say that stumped, my child… who *is* this friend of yours?” she asked one final time
  189. >Here it was
  190. >The big question that for many months he never wanted to answer, whether it was due to fear of anger and disappointment or some other reason, now laid right in front of him
  191. >Kris’ subconscious echoed within him that it’s now or never, and there’s no turning back now
  192. >Though every fiber of him dreaded to ask and wished for him to drop the question altogether, but that strange feeling from within silently urged him on
  193. >He wasn’t going to let all of what his father said to help him go to waste
  194. >And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let those moments he gave Susie comfort when she had nervous episodes that she wasn’t good enough and there’d be no hope to go to waste
  195. >Kris drew one final breath and opened his mouth
  196. >“It’s uh… it’s actually Susie, mom.” Kris finally admitted with slightly forced optimism in his tone
  197. >Internally, he felt the sweet relief of finally getting this weight off of his chest, but he also mentally and emotionally braced himself for what was to come
  198. >At first, Toriel looked a little confused, if not surprised by what Kris had announced, “...Say that again Kris? I... couldn’t quite hear you.”
  199. >“It’s Susie, mom.” Kris answered once again, much clearer but also more timid and with less optimism in his voice
  200. >Toriel took another moment to process what Kris had said, as if she wasn’t able to compute with what her son had just said
  201. >But once it finally hit her, it hit her like a freight train at full speed
  202. >Toriel’s eyes almost bugged out of her skull as her face drained of any positive emotion, and was replaced by a look of shock
  203. >Much like her face, Kris’ face, along with his confidence that he’d built since being aided by his father, began to falter as if reality had broken around him
  204. >She looked at him as if he had just murdered a litter of kittens and then burned down an orphanage for disabled puppies
  205. >“S-Susie…?” Toriel meekly uttered, “By… Susie, you mean… the, um…”
  206. >She struggled to find a word that could best fit the dragon in question, but Kris could tell that she wasn’t thinking anything quite… positive to say
  207. >Kris knew where his mother was heading, so he opted to finish her sentence, “...The bully?”
  208. >Toriel’s face changed to a look of surprise from Kris’ choice of word, but slowly turned into a look of shame as her eyes averted from his gaze
  209. >That’s when Kris knew that this wasn’t going to end the way he hoped it would
  210. >Toriel looked back up to him, this time having a stern look, and responded back, “I was going to say that she is… a delinquent, or something of that nature.”
  211. >Kris’ mind began fuming as he knew that his mother was lying through her teeth, and the urge to call her out on it was becoming imminent to him
  212. >He persevered and did his very best to tame the inner rage down, less he wants to cause something that isn’t necessary
  213. >Toriel then asked in a questioning manner, “Kris… if you don’t mind me asking. How is it that you and Susie became… friends? She didn’t… force you to become friends with her… did she?"
  214. >That question caused Kris inner rage to bash the door that was his feeble barricade of rationality like a rabid bull, as she already accused Susie for forcing him into being her friend
  215. >Even *if* she was rightfully so to ask, that didn’t stop it from feeling like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart
  216. >“N-no mom,” Kris simply said, holding back the boiling blood from being evident in his voice, “We actually began speaking in class after… we were assigned to a group project by Ms. Alphys.”
  217. >Kris knew well enough not to mention anything regarding Susie slamming him into the lockers, threatening to bite his face off and then taking him into the supply closet all alone
  218. >Luckily his cunningness was quick enough to make an excuse on the spot, “Though it was a bit awkward at first since we’d barely known each other at the time, it was actually easy to know her once I talked to her about some of the newer video games coming out.”
  219. >Toriel retorted, “I see…” in a slightly skeptical tone, but otherwise, she seemed to have believed his story
  220. >Only half of it wasn’t exactly true, but the rest was real and genuine enough for her to not go further into that part
  221. >“Well Kris, I must say that you have an… interesting way if choosing your friends. What is, uh… Susie like Kris?” Toriel asked with an unwavering tone in her voice
  222. >Kris once again had to push back the increasing rage that was bashing in him full force as his mom was now judging the way he makes friends
  223. >He knew well that if he were to say anyone else’s name other than Susie who was his new friend, his mother would’ve been happy
  224. >But he could see in her face and tone that she had very strong objections with all of this
  225. >Kris spoke, “Well mom, if you’d like to know, she’s actually a really cool person. She enjoys the same video games I play, the sketches I make in my sketchbook, enjoys hanging around at the diner or park, and so much more. In the beginning, it was a bit shaky, but now I consider her a really good friend.”
  226. >Toriel looked at Kris in utter silence, her face still paused on a stern, but somewhat concerned look
  227. >Kris prayed to the Angel above that what he said was enough to convince her
  228. >After a few moments of silence, which felt like a damn eternity for him, Toriel finally spoke, “...Well Kris, while I am indeed happy that you’ve made a friend, and that you believe to have found some good qualities within Susie… I’m afraid that what you two have may not exactly be… real.”
  229. >What felt like a bullet shot out of a rifle pierced his chest and ripped through his fragile heart when she said that
  230. >“N-not real…? What do you mean ‘not real?’” Kris said with almost uncharacteristic levels of emotion, that of being utter disbelief
  231. >Toriel continued,her concerned voice heeding to Kris about the trouble that could come, “Listen, Kris. I may not know everything, but when it comes to knowing whether or not some people are bad eggs, I can see that Susie is one of those bad eggs. And I fear that all of this friendship that you have with her is just some elaborate way for her to make fun of you!”
  232. >Kris gritted his teeth hard enough that it felt like at any point they would break from the pressure
  233. >He then said with what could only be described as “anger-fueled calmness” in his voice, “Why… why would Susie ever want to do that to me, mom? She’s been my friend for a long time, and I don’t think she would become my friend, hang out with me, and make me feel like a better person just so she can punk me!”
  234. >Toriel was slightly off-put by Kris’ concern but nonetheless felt that she had to tell her son the cold, hard truth, “Kris, I’ve been a teacher at the school for a long time, and you and I both know the many misdeeds that she’s done over the past year or so.”
  235. >She then began listing the various misdeeds, “Tormenting other students, peddling them for their lunch money, stealing school supplies, threatening teachers, cheating on tests, vandalizing walls all over town, that one instance where she ate almost all the free ham sandwiches on Free Ham Sandwich Day?”
  236. >With every misguided action Susie had done that Toriel said, along with the ill-tempered tone in her voice that came with them, Kris’ head pounded and felt as if a bandolier of M80s were set off in his brain
  237. >He knew the acts of bullying, vandalism, or whatever else she had done, but he also knew all too well as to *why* she did it
  238. >It wasn't her fault that she’s just as - if not more socially awkward than he is, making it hard for her to be social
  239. >It wasn't her fault that she’d been so emotionally and mentally scarred by people labeling her as a monster and so deprived of affection and acceptance from others that she was cold and aggressive to people because she could barely trust anyone
  240. >Kris was just lucky that he made a good impression on her
  241. >It wasn't her fault that she had to be aggressive to Mrs. Alphys and cheat on tests because she’d deeply believed and feared that her mother would think of her as a disappointment for failing in school
  242. >It wasn't fault that her brittle state of being, mixed with her belief of living in poverty, caused her to barely eat anything, and thus resorting to eating chalk or forcing people to give her money to scavenge food
  243. >It wasn't her fault that Susie was like that
  244. >And yet, his mother made it seem--no--believed that it was
  245. >Kris’ face winced in anger, his brows furrowed with resentment and mouth turned into an anger-induced grimace, all obscured by his messy, brown hair
  246. >Toriel finished her conjecture about her son’s draconic partner, “I’m sorry Kris, but I do not believe that Susie is a good influence to be around. While I am happy that you’ve found someone and that she may have helped you improve, I fear that this is most likely a way for her to have you within her grasp and inevitably turn you into a vandal like her!”
  247. >Kris couldn't take this vocalized sewage that was disgracing his girlfriend and snapped, “And what makes you think that Susie is like that now, Mom?!” Kris said in a loud, uncharacteristically hostile tone
  248. >Toriel was completely taken back by her son; she knew that Kris was never the type of person to scream or even get angry, and he usually spoke in a hushed, calming voice
  249. >So if anyone were to hear Kris bring up his voice and sound relatively upset, they would know that he is mad
  250. >Now it was Toriel who was in disbelief from her son, “Kris, why are you so upset? All I am doing is protecting you from someone who is known to be a no-good bully!”
  251. >“Susie is not a bully!” Kris said in a “matter-of-fact” fashion, “She’s the best person I have ever gotten to know, mom. Yes, she *was* a bully who would do all those terrible things, but she’s changed! You know why? Because I helped her, just as she helped me. She’s not stealing food anymore because I share my food with her, her grades have gotten better because I study with her, and most of all she’s become a nicer person to both the students and adults because I helped her understand that she’s not the person that she thought she was! Don’t you see? She only acted like that because-”
  252. >“Kris!” Toriel barked, causing the human’s rant to halt to a dead stop, “A person like her doesn’t ‘act’ like a delinquent. She ‘is’ always delinquent who’s never up to no good.”
  253. >Kris was now in complete disbelief; he knew that his mom was overbearing, overprotective, and was very bias with her own beliefs
  254. >But how… HOW is it possible that she, an Angelic worshiping, caring, motherly woman be so deep into her own beliefs that she disregards the concept that a bad person turning good as just being ‘an act?’
  255. >This only made Kris angrier, and was evident in his voice, “You have no idea the kind of hell that Susie has gone through!”
  256. >“And how would you know, Kris?” Toriel replied in a way that it made it seem like he had no idea what he was talking about
  257. >“Because I’ve been her friend long enough then you’ve been a teacher to her to know her struggles, but you're so bias to your own beliefs to realize that!”
  258. >Toriel froze as her face went almost pale, shocked that her son would call her out on something so vile
  259. >She then said in a cold, commanding fashion, “First of all, Kristopher: I will not have such foul language be spoken in this house, especially to your mother. And second of all, the reason why I’m saying this is that she doesn't think of you as a friend and is using you to get what she wants without having to put any effort into anything.”
  260. >If what Toriel said earlier felt like a gunshot to his heart, this felt like having it crushed by a bladed mallet and having salt rubbed into it… while it’s still attached to him
  261. >What his mother said was akin to saying, “Your friendship with her isn’t real, Kris.”
  262. >Kris spoke loudly, “yes it is!”
  263. >Toriel raised her voice to a higher interval“And what makes you thi-”
  264. >Kris quickly rose from his seat and firmly slammed his hands onto the table, causing all the food and cutlery on it to rattle and shake
  265. >“BECAUSE SUSIE AND I ARE DATING.”
  266.  
  267. >...
  268. >The whole house became silent as if all known sounds that could’ve been emanated was snuffed out by Kris
  269. >Slightly-shaken breaths could only heave out of Toriel’s mouth, her chest rising and falling in shock and fear
  270. >Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and her mouth agape and slightly trembling
  271. >This was the highest that Kris has ever raised his voice; her own sweet, young man she calls her son, who has the most calming, charming voice in the world… yelled right at her face with full force
  272. >And what he said…
  273. >Toriel could only look at her son in the kind of horror that a child would get if they walked in on their parents arguing for the first time
  274. >Without even realizing it, she now knew what her sons must’ve felt like when her and Asgore’s marriage was taking a sharp decline
  275. >As for Kris, he had enough of whatever it was his mother was trying to say and finally let out a force of rage that he had repented for Angel knows how long and used it as the catalyst to fire off his along waiting truth
  276. >Even through his shaggy hair, you could see his piercing red eyes behind them; now curled into a that of an enraged bull seeing a red cape
  277. >His mouth too was agape as his chest heaved for oxygen, out of both exhaustion and anger
  278. >Even his stance became menacing, as his tightly clenched fists were placed on the table
  279. >At that point, Kris felt as if 1000 sins had finally risen off of his chest and for the first time, it felt like there was no more anger or fear of the inevitable was in his system
  280. >But that’s when his clarity came back into control and had realized what he had just said and done
  281. >Kris’ tensed up posture loosened up, his arms and shoulders slumping down
  282. >His anger-ridden face slowly fell apart and was replaced by a look much similar to his mother’s
  283. >Only shock and fear
  284. >He just stared back at his mother, though it was hard to see as his eyes began filling up with tears
  285. >Realizing what was about to come, he just waited
  286. >Waited for anything to come out of his mother; another anger-induced speech, a sentence saying how disappointed she is with him, a single word
  287. >Anything to get it over with...
  288. >...But nothing came
  289. >They just stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity
  290. >Then, Kris told his mother in his usual, but now scratchy and wavering voice, “If you don’t believe anything I’ve said, call her mom.”
  291. >Before Toriel could even utter out anything, Kris moved out from his chair and slowly made his way toward the stairs
  292. >Toriel, seeing her son walk away on her, finally snapped back to reality and called out his name
  293. >“Kris…”
  294. >This only made Kris walk faster, forcing himself to ignore his mother’s plea
  295. >“Kris, come back. Kris! KRIS.” Toriel’s voice became more frantic with every time she said her son’s name
  296. >This only made the overly-emotional human to then make a mad dash up the stairs, to which Toriel could hear his footsteps thudding on the carpet floor from above before hearing the hard slam of his bedroom door
  297. >Toriel looked at the stairs before turning it back and slumping herself onto her chair
  298. >The elderly goat mother just slowly stared down to the recently rattled kitchen table, seemingly looking at nothing in particular
  299. >Just in her thoughts, trying to process what had just transpired
  300.  
  301. >On the other side of the Dreemurr brothers’ bedroom door, there was a now-heaving human, whose arms were stretched out and placed on the other side of it as his head stared down at the carpet floor
  302. >Tear drops fell from his face as he sniffled and shakily breathed in and out to contain himself but to little success
  303. >His head hurt, his throat felt like he downed a shot of concentrated acid, and his stomach felt like someone mangled his insides and knotted them into a pretzel
  304. >'This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go…' Kris thought to himself, 'How could I have fucked something like this so bad. Now mom is definitely going to make us break up with Susie. All because you couldn’t shut your stupid fucking mou-'
  305. >Rage spontaneously fueled the sapped human and caused him to grab the nearest thing, which was a mug left on the computer desk, and fastball it into the rusted out birdcage, causing it to teeter on one side by the force and shattering the mug into a million ceramic pieces on the inside
  306. >Kris stared at the whole ordeal in abstract anger, before it disappeared as fast as it had appeared
  307. >All he wanted to do was just cry
  308. >He dragged himself towards his bed and threw himself onto it, having little energy left in him to move
  309. >He then began to softly sob to himself, saddened by the whole ordeal that had happened earlier
  310. >It felt as if his life was crumbling down all around him, right when it felt like it was finally starting to build-up
  311. >Just as the emotional drainage was kicking in to send him into the temporary abyss that was sleeping, he felt a vibration on right next to him
  312. >He turns his head over to his pillow and digs his hands underneath it, to then fish out his cellphone
  313. >He looked to see what it was: a text message from Susie
  314. >From “Susie <3”: [Hey, dork]
  315. >Kris didn’t know why, but seeing that made him give out a tired chuckle
  316. >He guessed that it was either timing of all things or that seeing her respond in a time of need made him feel just a little bit better
  317. >He opened up his phone and began messaging back
  318. >[Hey Sus, what’s up?]
  319. >After a few moments, another text from her popped up
  320. >[Well I got sum great news for u. My mom knows about u now and likes u enough to be my bf!]
  321. >Kris felt his heartbeat pace with what joy he had left in him and was happy that her mother approved him
  322. >[Susie that’s amazing!!! :D]
  323. >[I know rite? I had to weave my way around some of the detales, but she said that u helped me become a better person and thanks you a bunch for that]
  324. >[I’m so glad Susie :)]
  325. >After a minute or two of silence, Kris gets another text from her
  326. >[Sooo… wat about ur mom? Did u tell her bout us dating?]
  327. >What little joy that Kris had instantly flushed away and was replaced with a wave of sadness
  328. >He didn’t want to tell her what happened, or what will most evidently happen to them, but he didn’t want to lie to her
  329. >[Well, it started off good; I mentioned you to her]
  330. >[...And?]
  331. >[She was… surprised that you were my best friend, and I told her all about your best qualities and how you improved]
  332. >Another minute or two of nothing, and he gets a reply
  333. >[Y do I get the feeling that this isn’t gunna end well…]
  334. >This broke Kris heart as if it wasn’t shattered to the ground already
  335. >[I’ll be honest with you Susie. There was some screaming between her and I and well, I basically screamed at her that you and I were dating…]
  336. >After he texted that, there came about 4 or 5 minutes of no response
  337. >Kris believed that Susie was either screaming or punching something on her side of the phone
  338. >After what seemed like forever, Kris finally got a response back, but it was only a single word
  339. >[oh…]
  340. >[yeah…]
  341. >[So… what happened then?]
  342. >[Nothing, I guess. I just told her that if she didn’t believe me, she should call ur mom for the truth]
  343. >[Wait, what do you mean if she didn’t believe you?]
  344. >[She… went on a rant on how you were pretending to be my friend because you being a bully isn't how you act, it’s who you are, and that you’re taking advantage of me]
  345. >[…]
  346. >[She didn’t say anything after I told her the truth and I ran upstairs, so I never got a response from her. But from the way she sounded and looked…]
  347. >[I’m sorry to say this Susie but I think my mom is going to make us break up…]
  348. >Kris hated that he had to spell out those words he never wanted to acknowledge and send it to her, but it had to be done
  349. >A long time of no responses came from Susie, and Kris feared that Susie could be doing something hurtful to herself
  350. >He knew that she knew better than that, but considering he felt like wanting to rip his own soul out like he’d done before countless times, he never knew how Susie could react
  351. >Finally, he got a text from her, or more accurately a rant put into text
  352. >[THAT FUCKING BITCH I SWEAR TO ANGEL THE NEXT TIME I SEE HER STUPID GOAT HEAD I’M GOING TO BURN HER FUCKING FUR OFF OFF HER SCALP IM FUCKING LIVID AAAAAGHGJDJGJHDHDGJHGJD]
  353. >Kris could see that Susie wasn’t reacting well, and felt terrible that he wasn’t there to console her
  354. >He did feel a bit upset at the threats that she made to his mom, but honestly, he can’t blame her for it
  355. >But words cannot describe how Susie was feeling at that moment
  356. >On Susie’s side of the spectrum, A tornado of anger, sadness, fear, and anxiety culminated in the dragon and caused her to thrash around in her messy room
  357. >Throwing boxes, punching her bedroom walls with enough force to make indents, even spontaneously elbowing her bed
  358. >Right at her madness began to simmer down, she got a text back from him
  359. >[Susie, calm down]
  360. >[HOW TF CAN I BE CALM WHEN YOUR MOM SAYS THIS DUMB SHIT ABOUT ME AND THINKS THAT WE SHOULD BREAK UP]
  361. >[Susie, please calm down. I don’t want you to break your phone. We’ll figure this out together.]
  362. >[I’M JUST]
  363. >[I’m just…]
  364. >[Scared to lose you, Kris… you’re too important to me….,.,,.]
  365. >[I am too Susie, and you’re too important for me to lose as well… We’ll figure this out together. We haven’t given up on each other, have we?]
  366. >[Yea…,.]
  367. >[Trust me, Susie. Even if my mom doesn’t want us to, we’ll still be together no matter what. Because that’s what heroes like us do.]
  368. >[Yeah… dork… hehe]
  369. >[Promise me you won’t be mad or sad Susie?]
  370. >[Yeah]
  371. >[Really really?]
  372. >[I already said yeah, ya freak]
  373. >[Show me a picture of you smiling then, just to make sure]
  374. >Kris just stared at the message log, after a minute or two he gets another message from her
  375. >It’s a picture of Susie, who seemed to be in her room by the looks of it, and whose face was stained with tears and eyes red fom crying, which showed just how genuine his beautiful girlfriend's emotions were
  376. >But her eyes stared at him as if he were staring right into her lovely golden eyes herself
  377. >She also had a large toothy smile on her,and had a sense of compassion to it that only he understood
  378. >With the picture came one message: [Angel I must look ugly af]
  379. >Kris chuckled at the comment and wrote back: [No, you look beautiful Susie~ Crying or not]
  380. >[Y-you weirdo...-///-]
  381. >Oh how he loved when his girlfriend goes on the defensive about being pretty
  382. >[Thanks, Kris...]
  383. >[No, thank you, Susie]
  384. >[Wow all this cryin made me tired]
  385. >[Yeah, me too]
  386. >[Well see u hopefully tomorrow then]
  387. >[Most definitely tomorrow Susie. GN]
  388. >[GN freak :)]
  389. >Kris felt drained… but also at peace for what happened today; he finally told his mom, and while it doesn’t seem like she’ll approve it, it’s not going to stop him
  390. >But man did he feel tired
  391. >He guessed that all that emotional outburst really drained him, not to mention all that pasta sitting in his stomach
  392. >He laid his phone down on his nightstand, shimmied out of all of his clothing sans his underwear and tank top, got into his bed and made himself cozy
  393. >Before he could drift off into sleep he got one final message from Susie
  394. >[ily Kris <3]
  395. >Kris felt his heart swell and his mouth curl into a small, but genuine smile as he typed back
  396. >[ily too Susie <3]
  397. >He placed the phone back onto his nightstand, and finally, after the whole ordeal he had to endure earlier that day, drifted into a much-deserved rest
  398. >As he felt his heartbeat rhythmically pulse within him as he drifted off, he also felt the kindling of courage, which he thought was snuffed out after the whole ordeal, have some light left in it
  399. >His last conscious thought was that, no matter what, no matter how, he will never leave or abandon the person who had come into his life and change it for the better
  400. >He will never abandon Susie
  401. >He will never abandon his dragon
  402.  
  403. >Throughout the time that Kris was texting Susie, Toriel was essentially a statue stuck in her chair
  404. >Her mind was blurred and static like a TV on a dead channel; almost in a coma-induced trance
  405. >Suddenly, she slowly rose from her chair and, still in auto pilot, began picking up the two dinner plates from the dining table
  406. >She scrapped the scraps that were left on her and Kris’ plates into the trash
  407. >She slowly scrubbed away at the sauce-stained dishes in hot, soapy water matting her furry hands and wrists
  408. >She scooped out the rest of spaghetti from the steel pot into two Tupperware containers, gently placing them into the fridge for tomorrow
  409. >She finally tidied up the kitchen table; sweeping off the crumbs into a dustpan and hitting it with some cleaning spray to wipe up any stains
  410. >All of this, she did with a vague, stunned look on her face
  411. >Her movements were slow and stiff as if she were a rusted-out animatronic that’s been moving non stop in a B grade amusement ride with no repairs given to her
  412. >Throughout all of this, all the emotions that she would’ve expressed were all culminated inside her inner psyche
  413. >Inside, her inner thoughts were a tsunami of sporadic emotions; Anger, fear, disappointment, shock, you name it
  414. >It was all too much for the poor, old goat to express in a physical manner, which is why it was all happening in her head
  415. >'How could my sweet, young boy date with a delinquent like her!? I’ll have her suspended if it comes out that she’d hurt him! What does he see in her? What if he’s lying to me to get me upset? If not, then why did he keep a secret like this for so long? I’ll make sure that they break up the moment I see her! Oh, how could my lovely child go awry? She had better not have sinned with him or there will be hell to pay!'
  416. >Her mind raced with a thousand forms of questions, remarks, and parental scowls about how this brutish, vandalizing troublemaker could be in cahoots with her innocent son
  417. >After all was done in the kitchen and the dining room, she made her way upstairs; her fury began to flare up inside her as she made the conscious decision to confront her son
  418. >She will make it clear and simple that she is shutting down this affair,
  419. >'There is no way that I will let *my* son date a juvenile like her. Why would he ever say something so cruel like that about me? Me being a biggot…'
  420. >Toriel let out an annoyed huff, 'If he doesn’t remember: I am his mother; It’s my job to protect him, to make sure he’s out of harm's way and decide what’s best for hi-'
  421. >Toriel froze in place, just as she made it to the top of the stairs, as too did her inner monologuing
  422. >For some odd reason, that sentence took her by surprise and caught her completely off guard
  423. >Her mind paused as she rewound those few words in her head like a tape recorder stuck on repeat
  424. >'It’s my job to decide what’s best for him… what’s best for *him*… what’s best for him…? or me…?'
  425. >Her mind now raced around that statement, which gave her a whole new slue of questions about herself, 'Wait… but my boy is grown enough to make his own decisions, right? Then… why am I so adamant about him not dating Susie? No, it has to be my motherly instincts telling me that something bad will happen if this lets up. I’m merely protecting my child… right? Y-yes, of course.'
  426. >She shook herself out of her stooper and made her way towards Kris’ room
  427. >She tapped the door with her hand, gently but firmly asking if she can come in, though she didn’t hear anything on the other end
  428. >After 20 seconds of waiting for a response, Toriel grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door
  429. >She was met with the darkened room, with the only source of light being the silver moonbeams from outside
  430. >She scanned across the room and saw that her son had already fallen asleep, his clothes on the floor
  431. >The sight made her face melt into a warm expression; seeing her son, who she can’t help still see as her baby was just too sweet to her
  432. >It was rare for him to head off to bed this early, as it was only around 8:30 or so when she last checked
  433. >But considering the whole ordeal that happened earlier, it wasn’t surprising that it drained him
  434. >Through Toriel’s eyes, Kris looked so peaceful when he slept; his messy hair obscuring his eyes and his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady pace
  435. >Seeing her resting son was… therapeutic to her, in a motherly sense
  436. >Though the more she saw her son sleeping soundly, that sneaking feeling of doubt she had from what she had said to herself was now penetrating her mind again
  437. >She thought that she saw Kris stirring in his sleep, thinking that she may have accidentally woke him up, slowly closed the door
  438. >She turned around and laid her back against the wooden door
  439. >'I’ll… I’ll just discuss with him about it tomorrow morning. I’ll have to prepare for the worst if he tries to make a rebuttal, but I must put my foot down. I-I am protecting him at all… Right?'
  440. >She made her way towards her room, the doubt ever so slightly beginning to build-up
  441. >'I’ve seen the reports about Susie; all the terrible things she’s done on school grounds. No one who can break that many rules for that long can suddenly change… I think…'
  442. >Toriel went in for a shower, hoping that maybe the warm water hitting her fur could help ease her now being judged conscious, but to no avail
  443. >As her fur dampened by the steaming water and lathered herself in soap, she continued in her inner debate with herself
  444. >'Maybe… maybe Kris is telling the truth. I mean, I know that I can be a “helicopter mom,” as much as I despise that title. But… m-maybe I am thinking too much on this. But what if Kris is just saying all of this stuff to not make me suspicious about them sinning? But my Kris would never lie, he’s always been honest with me… but he didn’t mention anything about feeling depressed. Who knows what else he could be hiding? Oh Angel, please help me on this journey...'
  445. >Toriel finished up her nightly scrub, dried up, and got into her nightgown
  446. >She walked towards her bed and went down to her knees to give her nightly prayer to the Angel, thanking him for another beautiful day to live, and to help both her and Kris in this situation that they were in
  447. >She got up and into her sheets, blowing out the candle on her nightstand
  448. >As she closed her eyes in an attempt to sleep, it became futile as she kept on debating with herself in her thoughts as if she’d split in two
  449. >Two sides of herself fought on whether she was being too overprotective and paranoid or if she was right in her own beliefs
  450. >For what felt like forever, she couldn’t settle with either side
  451. >She knew that she wouldn’t stop this civil war of domestic parenting unless she had the evidence that Susie had changed
  452. >Just like Kris said…
  453. >She looked over to her phone that was on the nightstand and just stared at it
  454. >Thinking it over, she came to the simple conclusion
  455. >Tomorrow, she’ll make a phone call
  456.  
  457. [END OF PART1]
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