Kris's entire body felt like it was dragged through ten kilometers of snow. Breathing was shallow and a little painful. There was no other sound rather than Kris's own breathing. They were simply lying in their bed, shivering as the early morning sun rays penetrated the tiny space between the window curtains. Kris felt like death itself.
Overall, a pretty standard Monday morning.
After a few minutes of pure, unbroken silence, Kris began hearing noises coming from downstairs. It sounded like footsteps. As much as Kris wanted to stay lying in the bed and wait for the sweet release of death, they knew it would never come. What DID come, however, was a certain white, angry goat lady:
"KRIS!"
"Wake up, Kris! There is no way i will allow you to come to school late twice in a row! Come on."
Before Kris could so much as move, Toriel was standing in their room, hands at her side and a worried expression on her face. "Get up." she finished her sentence. She turned to leave the room; but not before stopping at the door with a little smirk on her face: "If you do not get up, I will eat all of yesterday's pie without you." Then, she left the room. Now, as much as Kris enjoyed loitering in their bed and do nothing, the thought of Toriel's famous butterscoth-cinnamon pie being taken from them was an unacceptable thought.
Slowly and lazily, Kris dragged themselves out of the bed to put on their shoes.
For some reason, they were muddied and freshly wet. Almost like they were used a few hours ago.
Shaking their head to erase the strange thought, Kris walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway. The scent of pie immedietly hit Kris's nostrils, waking them up, as they descended the flight of stairs into the kitchen.
The kitchen was almost shining in the morning light; the windows were opened, letting sunlight and the sweet chirping of morning birds into the house. It was pleasantly warm, and the air was permeated with the delightful aroma of butterscotch and cinnammon. Kris simply stood at the bottom of the stairs, letting the pleasant atmosphere wake them up from their slumber in the stuffy, dark bedroom.
Toriel was sitting at the kitchen table, reading newspaper and humming to herself silently, occasionally taking a sip out of a coffe mug placed on the table. "I see that my pie works better than an alarm clock" She said sweetly, without taking her eyes off of her reading. The culprit in question was sitting at the table aswell- looking as delicious as ever. Kris's mouth was watering just at the sight of the wonderful thing. "Come take a seat my child, we still have some time." Kris didn't need to be told twice. Kris took a piece of the pie, and took a bite. The taste was godlike; no wonder Toriel's pie was so famous. The sweet sound of birds chirping was now replaced with the munching, as Kris stuffed the delicious treat into themselves.
"Kris?" Toriel broke the silence, "I didn't get the chance to ask you yesterday, but... whatever were you up to the whole day? Alphys told me you skipped most of the day, and no one else was able to tell me where you were..." she trailed off. Kris stopped eating and rose their head, confused. "I know you told me you were hanging out with a friend- which is wonderful, but..." Toriel took off her reading glasses and looked at Kris, who was looking at the ever so interesting floor. "I'm not mad, just curious.. it is not like yourself to dissappear like that." she asked as innocently as she could. Kris, who was now simply sitting there avoiding Toriel's gaze, began thinking;
The journey they underwent and the people they met; Ralsei, the lonely prince... Lancer the not-so-serious bad guy...The Chaos King; who wanted nothing but their destruction...the goofy Duke of puzzles, whose name no one remembers...that crazy clown...all the card creatures...the weird shop-keeper, and finally;
Susie. Kris's tormentor.
Ever since she met them, Susie went out of her way to make Kris's life a living nightmare. She would push them around for fun. She would steal their things, sometimes for good, sometimes just so she could destroy them in front of Kris. She would threaten Kris non-stop, and in a lot of cases fulfill those threats...and there was nothing that could have been done. No one knows Susie's parents or any relatives to go talk to, and it is practicaly a deathwish to confront Susie. Kris learned that the hard way, when they felt overconfident and stood up to her. They had to hide the giant scratch mark on their arm for months, otherwise if they so much as told or showed anyone, Susie would make sure they weren't capable of walking for the rest of their life. Susie was the reason Kris, and many others, dreaded going to school. But now, after the journey through the dark world, Susie; the same person that wanted to "bite their face off", the same person that caused Kris so much suffering...
Was now their friend.
Kris simply sat there, pondering that statement...Susie...being their friend.
For the first time in their entire life, Kris was actually looking FORWARD to going to school. The image of a life without being scared every single day was very enticing, and made Kris feel atleast a little better. For the first time in years, Kris felt a little happy.
"It's OK if you don't want to talk about it..." Toriel said, snapping Kris back into reality. They looked into Toriel's caring, motherly eyes and smiled faintly. Seeing this, Toriel smiled back, in much bigger quantity, and hugged Kris. "You know you can tell me if anything is bothering you, but if you do not wish to, that is fine too."
The mother and child sat there in silence for a few minutes, before Toriel let go; "Well, I hope you had a good breakfast." She said as she glanced at the clock mounted neatly on the wall. "We should probably go now."
Toriel picked up the dishes from the table, alongside the (unfortunetly) unfinished pie from Kris, and put it away. Seeing the delightful treat being taken away, Kris felt dismayed. "Let's get going, Kris." Toriel said as she walked to the door. Kris followed behind.
The trip to school was uneventful, and soon Kris found themselves being hugged by Toriel once again, in the school hallway. "Have a good day now." Toriel said as she went to her class. "And try to stay in class for atleast a little longer now, OK?" she snickered as she dissapeared in her class door.
Kris turned around, and followed behind some of the other students to their own class. The corridor was filled with many other students, all monsters, as they chatted amongst themselves. Some of them turned to Kris and whispered something to the others, while others just looked with curious expressions at them. Kris couldn't care less. A certain purple lizard was on their mind.
Right now, all Kris was thinking about was Susie.
(Well. here's my first ever shot at a fanfic. I literally never wrote anything before, so feedback is REALLY apreciated. Don't be shy about criticism.
Also I apologize in advance if some words are spelled awkwardly, English isn't my first language. I hope you enjoyed reading!)