A Deltarune Story

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The Fall - Chapter 4

Written for Krusie-tober 2025 prompt 2: Bows

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Overview:

Posted somewhat out of order for your Krusie-tober scheduled enjoyment. Two dorks get caught in the rain on Holloween. Bowties prove difficult. Cute stuff happens. You're welcome.

Notes: Contains

Kris / Susie (Deltarune)

Exploration of Feelings with a Sprinkling of Angst

Best Friends doing normal best friend stuff

Sickeningly Cute Fluff

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“Oh…. Shit.” The two of them were just three blocks away from the house, the warm amber glow of the Dreemur residence lighting up surrounding in the distance. The humble, inviting presence calling Kris home, and Susie along with them. Neither had noticed the impending storm when they had left the church, departing the festivities early. It wasn’t like either one of them were in a rush to leave, but they had good reason. About two hundred good reasons, all stuffed into various pockets on their costumes. They’d both come to the Halloween bash as gangsters, dressed black pinstripe suits, if such a thing could be sewn by hand. All dolled up and dressed to the nines, they’d spent the evening menacing everyone else about bootleg booze and protection fees. It was only natural then that when Kris had suggested stealing as much candy as they could carry, all Susie had given them back was a menacing grin and high five that almost knocked them off their feet.

 No, neither had noticed anything above their heads until the orange rays of sunset dimmed behind the dense sheets of rain. Looking back over their shoulders, the storm looked like a tide. Just a singular wall of dark as it advanced across town toward them. Houses and trees disappearing into it, shapes fading under the intense downpour. The dragon glanced down at her friend, eyes wide with thrill and fright at the same time.

“Kris, RUN!” The purple-black blur she’d turned into surged past them, the menacing shape of her clawed hand snagging them by the front of their jacket on the way past. Dragged behind her at a pace that was just a little too fast and nowhere fast enough. They both looked back as they ran, that wall of water gaining on them fast between each glance. Feet pounding and lungs burning, they both ran like their pursuer was some gigantic creature from the dark. The absurdity of it had them laughing before they got far, bubbling up into a pitched fit the moment they were overtaken.

Kris practically burst at the sides as the torrent came, the stupid hat on his head deforming under the impact of every drop that reached them. Neither one was doing much to save them from getting wet. Susie reached the porch first, catching one of the posts with an outstretched hand before hauling herself around it.

“Ha! Beat your slow ass-“ She started, whirling around to throw her impromptu victory in their face… only to catch them face first.

“OUF-what the FUCK, dude?!” They were still laughing, even as the momentum sent them both tumbling into the front door with a solid thud.

She forced him off her, propping him back onto his feet with a shove. Kris, of course, flashed her the kind of cocky grin that just pissed her off further.

“Ugh.” She dusted herself off once she stood, flicking the droplets off a now completely soaked jacket. It was their night to have fun, Toriel had said. She and many of the adults had organized the party and were definitely still there, they’d even checked. It also meant that they were free to scarf down every precious piece of pilfered candy before anyone even noticed they were missing. The perfect crime!

Kris still had to be the one to open the door. No matter how many times they’d shown her, the key was never where Susie thought it was. Door swung open after a moment of fiddling, the roaring din of rain faded some once they’d both stepped inside. Barely steps past the threshold and Susie was already yanking at her costume.

“How do I get this STUPID thing OFF?!”

They took a moment to ponder her, watching the dragon run a drag a finger underneath the black bowtie at her neck whilst tossing her hat aside. Shrouded in damp, the outfit clung to her more than it had. Gluing itself in long streaks across her scales. It was a surprise how long it took for her to notice their stare. Irritated, her gaze bounced between that increasingly stupid look of theirs and the equally soaked getup hanging off them. It was hardly revealing but looked ridiculous.

“Quit staring, Kris. This is YOUR fault. …I’m not quite sure why yet, but it IS.” The last spoken word came out with a sharp huff. Her indignation quickly disappeared, when, glancing back again, she noticed their hands reaching for her neck. Response almost immediate, she slapped their hands away.

“Dude, I can dress myself. I’m not a baby.” Her expression was as sour as her words.

“Let me.”  Again, they insisted. Her eyes, already wide open, went wider still as they reached up. The soft touch of those slim fingertips tapping the thin fabric of her shirt before taking up each half of the wretched tie. The faintest of trails lingered after their touch, warming where they landed even after passing elsewhere. This was the exact nightmare she had been avoiding for days now. Their smaller frame leaned in close, warm skin brushing over her own each time their deft fingers folded the fabric over itself. This was taking too long… it was as if they knew.

The still-fading blush across the bridge of her snout had immediately flared again, expression growing misty the longer they stood like that. She hadn’t bent lower at all, Kris up on their toes while they worked. Somehow, it didn’t seem to bother them the slightest. It was, however, the reason why their touch rested flat between the lapels of her jacket between each fold. An arm reached forward on its own, rustling fabric in the silence between them as it wrapped itself around their waist. Clawed fingertips snagging on the soft weaved fabric there, over the small of their back. Their attention seemed to drift in that moment, like their breath had caught in their throat. Right below the edge of those soft chestnut bangs, a little color showed. Her gaze dipped down to look. She was leaning closer as a result nose approaching level with theirs. Right there, between those long strands of hair, she could finally catch a glimpse of their eyes. The sharp, piercing crimson she expected was staring back up at her, warm puffs of their breath rolling across her cheek. They’d stopped by now, fingers still gripped around the tie, palms flat on her collar bone. Did they feel it too? This magnetic pull that only seemed to draw two of them closer together. Her head tipped. So did theirs. Eyes fluttering lower just as they met. It sent a shock through her to feel their lips on hers. Smaller and softer, the slightest of chaste kisses. Like electric, it shot down her neck flying right to the very core of her. Heart skipping in her chest. She let out a hard gasp, eyes wide before reeling back. Both hands grasping at them, driving them away with a sharp, mechanical tug.

Dammit! What the FUCK are you DOING?!?!

Her face was burning as she mentally chastised herself. Looking away from them, her eyes scrunched closed as she tasted the sourness of her mistake. Why did it have to be like this? Why was she so drawn to them, more and more the longer they stayed by her side? Why did the simple, gentle touch of their hand make her want to hold them close and never let them away again? Fangs showed past her lips as she grimaced, losing control. A glimmer appeared at the corner of her eye in her embarrassment, rolling down across her cheek before it disappeared under her near-black bangs.

You're going to run this again. Like you ALWAYS do.

“Hey…” Their voice snapped her free of the abuse, glancing down at them again. One hand leaving them to reach up and brush that wet steak away before they could see. But, they saw it still.

“It’s just us.” She watched as one of those slim, shapely hands fit over hers. Contrasted sharply over her scales, it seized them anyway, pulling her hand down to her chest. Her brow furrowed, so evidently embarrassed. Her nerves were still bubbling up at the edges, but their soft touch was placing a calm on its simmering surface. They were like storm oil, calming the chop and the waves in front of her. Somehow, some way, this had become what she wanted. She had absolutely no idea what it was going to be, but she knew that she wanted it.

“It’s okay.” They’d brought her closer again, the tiny tip of their nose brushed across her snout in the lightest of touches. The coarse electric still sprang through her, teeth clenched tight. She watched them, transfixed, as their head tilted over again, and their lips met hers.

It looked like nothing, but it felt like everything. An unknown excitement and desire for something she couldn’t put a name to. The shock stayed painted on her expression, but she didn’t recoil this time, allowing her body to again move without command. Tipping across them, snout brushing their nose to fit the seal of their lips more closely. The slim shape of hers didn’t quite match up, nor did theirs fully fit the way her maw sat deeper on the shape of her jaw. All it did was encourage them both to correct that. She could feel them squirm under her hand. Their lips came unsealed, but neither pulled away. One leading the other back into such gentle affection, exploring together.

All this might have been a few moments or a few hours. Whatever internal clock she had was frozen under the sheer rush of embarrassment and excitement. How long had she wondered what this would be like? To kiss them? The thought was driven away entirely by the next soft press Kris gave her. A mortifyingly satisfied sound spilled past her lips at the same moment. Her eyes searched their expression, for the fear and judgement she was so afraid of, but they wore nothing but the same flushed embarrassment she must’ve.

“You.. uh.. pull this routine with all your friends, you little freak?” She muttered at them, lips curled into a half-hearted smirk that didn’t make it to her eyes. The knee-jerk reaction to cover herself kicked in, masking the inner turmoil by giving them something else to chew on. She hated that she still did it with them, one of many reasons why she didn’t deserve their friendship.

“Only you.” Came their response. Still flushed red with embarrassment, but the smile that came with it betrayed their earnest intent. It was so fucking sappy, and it made her crumble.

“Wierdo.” She laughed. Their smile deepened, the tip of their tongue sneaking past just a little. Reaching up, she’d sift her claws through their hair. Drawing it down and back, tugging their bangs away to cascade over the smooth shape of their ear instead. Pulling them closer, her head fitting just so above Kris's shoulder. Their face ended up buried in the crook of her neck, but the way their nose rubbed on her there only made her laugh again. Thus hidden from view, she finally gave herself some small permission to indulge in them like this. One hand cradling the back of their head, the other around their waist while their own stretched wide across her back. The warmth of that embrace made her feel like she was glowing. She inhaled deep as she relaxed, lingering on the soft scent of apples and rain.

I could do this all night.

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The Fall - Prologue

Written for Krusie-tober 2025 prompt 1: Fall

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Overview:

The prologue of what I hope will become a series of chapters following on from the events of Deltarune: Chapter 4. It has been awhile since I have written short stories, but I hope you find it intriguing. We're starting dark boy-o, so buckle up. The light will come soon, I promise.

Notes: Contains

Kris / Susie (Deltarune)

Everyone Needs A Hug

Graphic Depiction of Injury

Angst

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At first, there was nothing to see, nothing to hear. Nothing but an all-encompassing blackness devoid any sense except for the pain. Hard, shocking spikes of pain, everywhere. Like thinner to an oil painting, it stained every other perception into a muddied mix of darkness. Barely at first, a hard ring of white appeared, vision bubbling back through the quagmire. Gradually fading back in from the edges, like the sweep of a theatre curtain revealing the scene. Covered in dull, fuzzy shapes, piercing points of light that seemed to dance across the stage. A piecing ring of sound painted across, washing over everything like a wave. The sharp crackle spilling out into a mix of noises, still too unclear to distinguish. There was a haunting chill underneath it all, almost like a lingering fog over snow on a wet autumn night. It was the next blinding flash of pain that first sent you reeling.

Overwhelming and deep, that hard shudder of anguish forced a gasp out of you. Chest heaving, that natural surge of adrenaline doing what it should. Forcing senses back into place, firing the connections in your head that had been knocked loose. Your body was responding to the pain, a biological demand that you survive what had caused this. The fog of cold rolled out before you under the light, stained pink and gold. It's smooth hard surface revealed, solid stone. A pair of boots stood in your vision. The lowest points of dark figure that loomed over you, it's back was turned, crossed with a flutter of black and purple fabric. The more you could see, the more your pain turned to panic.

“KRIS!”

The call pieced into the messy veil of sound in your head, snapping it into clarity. The word emanated from in front of you, bounced back around that dark form by the distant stones above. Your head came up, turning in the only direction that seemed to resemble ‘up’. That word was swimming in the sounds of metal. Sparks and clashes, a violent crossing of steel. This time, the flash was made of light rather than pain. Lighting your sight, sharpening it into focus. The metallic profile of an axe, passing through a weighty swing, held hard against the sickening shape of bone. A curving point, its scythe-like shape hanging past the blade opposing it, directly above your head. The dark figure was holding it back, draped clothes flying from the motion. Your savior in a moment frozen in time, tall and broad, black and purple. The punkish profile of your companion in the dark, with a piercing amber gaze that cut through the haze and straight into you.

Susie.

Your eyes met hers, and that was all it took. It came rushing back to you, all at once. How you ended up on the floor. What you had been doing. What that… thing was, and why those eyes held an expression of panicked horror.

Get. Up.

Slowly, very slowly, you pulled yourself back onto your feet. Another flash and crack burst in front of you, that horror of the dark shattering as it slipped back out of sight. The cold seemed to cling to you even as you rose, dripping down the front of you like oil. Sapping the heat from your limbs, piercing the now torn layers beneath the armor you wore. Your gaze dipped as you gained your footing, finding that oil shining a bright Lilly red. Pouring from the tears, three hard punctures down the side of your torso. Dark red voids, deep punctures into vital space. A pool already gathered around your sabaton boots like a horrifying swamp, threatening to pull you back under. Blood. Too much blood. Your eyes went wide, snapping back up to your savior, crossing one staggering step as you willed yourself forward. Vision rolling, the world seemed to kilter over to one side just as she reached you. The sweep of two solid arms taking up your weight just as your will to move vanished. As your head tipped back, it felt like there was nothing to see but that face, a furious mix of anger and panic painted in her expression. Not a second was spent in celebration of the victory. There should have been plenty, but the moment was crushed under the weight of what it had cost.

“KRIS!” That voice called again, but you could see the word fly past her lips as it was spoken. Shaking you gently, an arm cradling your head as she knelt over you, sitting your back up against the front of her draconic frame.

“Kris! It’s okay… I’ve got you! I.. I’ll heal it, just hold on!” You could hear her but could barely feel her. Even as your vision filled with the ghostly green glow of her magic, the cold fog lingered. Seeping in, sinking into your bones. Tears ran down the smooth curve of her cheeks as she tried again, the panic pulling her brow tight when you didn’t respond to it. This was so wrong, seeing her this way. For a moment, you couldn’t say whether the pain surging through you was from your suffering, or hers.

“C’mon… fuck! Come on!” You’d reach a gloved hand up to her, hand pressing along the shape of her jaw. Sliding over her cheek, sweeping that trace of tears away. Her eyes shot up from her hands to meet your gaze. You’d force a smile out of yourself, but that only seemed to heighten her panic.

“No! Don’t even… I am not losing you again!” She nearly shouted back at you. Why was she this upset? Why wasn’t it working? You felt cold. Rising up in her grasp, you’d reach up for her. Hand coming off her cheek to instead wrap around her by the shoulder. It left behind a patch of red. Blood. Your blood. Whether you pulled her down or she pulled you up, it was hard to tell. You’d end up nose-to-nose either way, the crisp purple of her hair mixing with the darkness of yours.

“Not again, Kris. Please.” It nearly ripped your heart from your chest to hear her plead with you like that.

Not again. No. Not now. Not when I haven’t-

Green seemed to swirl in the corners of your vision, outlining her features as it cut through the dark. You couldn’t feel your legs anymore.

“I need you, Kris. I need you here with me still!” The green periphery in your sight gradually faded to black. It didn’t stop, swirling deeper into your sight with every pike of pain.

“God.. no. Please. Please!” She was just a blur now, a faint outline around those eyes. Those beautiful, glowing golden eyes. They compelled you. One last effort. For her. “I… -------… you..” You heard yourself gasp. The sound was so faint, barely a whisper, disappearing into the quiet rush of her heavy panting. She was trying so hard, but this was all you could manage. You were so cold. It was all you could feel. Terror filled her eyes and, like a reflection of her, it filled you. Deep, soul-shattering terror. It was all you could see. She spoke again, pleading, and it was all you could hear.

“Don’t leave here me alone…”

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You were upright almost before you were awake, your hard gasp filling the dark space around you. Propelled forward before the weight of your sluggish form made you still again. Half covered, your hands clenched tight into the fabric you sat upon. The sound of your own sharp, fast breaths filling your ears while your vision darted across the darkness. The terror, like sleep, fading from your view. Immediately, you reached up to your front. Hands gripping around your torso patting each side in turn. No blood. You lifted each arm, inspecting them carefully. No armor. There was no cruel, cold stone under you. No unending darkness above you. No one at hand to save you from yourself. This was… your bedroom.

Was that all… just a dream?

The realization burned at you like it burned away the terror. Replacing it instead with the same overwhelming mix of emotions that had clung to you before you slept. Sadness and loss. Anger and betrayal. Longing and loneliness. You’d barely been awake for a moment, chest still heaving with heavy breaths but just as quick, the tears came pouring down. Your eyes turned to the window like your mind did, staring out into the downpour that had lasted for hours by now. You’d left it open. The windowsill was soaked with rain and you couldn’t find it in you to care.

A fork of lightning lit the clouds above, silent in how it flashed across the sky. The dull white glow illuminated the rain cascading down the windowpane; there was something just outside. It was large and it was close. She wasn’t here with you, like she had been in the dream. No one was. It didn’t matter anymore. Your lips ripped the words straight from your chest. Spoken aloud because, then maybe… they’d stop burning a hole in your heart.

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It was inside before they could speak. A menacing figure of inky black, swirling in and out of the darkness that surrounded it. Was it a dream? A hallucination? They blinked, eyes wide, trying to make sense of what they could see through their tear-stained eyes. Its claws raked over the frame of the window as it climbed past, talons cracking the wood as they carved through. Kris staggered back from the window, kicking as they fell. Landing on their bed behind, their hands clawed at the sheets, fighting to keep away. There was no looking away, they were caught in the sight of its cruel white eyes.

“You promised, Kris…” It spoke, the words distorted in a swirl of dissonant frequencies. The sound made the hair on the back of their neck stand on end.

H-how could it be here? It’s not possible!

The sweep of its shadowy arm came down for them, passing close enough to pull fibers from the shoulder of their sweater. Twisting out of the way just in time, Kris watched the points of three tendril-like fingers tear into the pillow where their head had been. They pushed as hard as they could, driving themselves off the edge of the bed, anything to get away. Scrambling up onto their feet, just touching the floor before the breath was driven from their lungs. This nightmare creature swung its leg out, catching Kris across the middle. Icy cold as it made contact, sending them flying back across the room. Slamming hard into the wall below the window.

It seemed to pause then, haunting gaze sweeping the room back in another direction. Twisting over as a tendril seeped into the cage at the foot of Kris’s bed. Ripping the lattice open, claws encircling the SOUL trapped inside. Holding it between those three piercing points, as though to crush it at any moment.

“You promised…”

For a moment, the thing looked like it had two faces. Neck whipping around, too fast for nature. Advancing on Kris’s crumpled form, carrying the soul down in a slow, unstoppable arc. A flash lit up the room as it made contact, revealing the creature for what it was. Half conscious and head spinning, Kris could see nothing but its icy hand jutting right through them.

“aaaaAAAAHHH!!”

Suddenly, the ghastly being appeared to part at the middle, cleaved into palls of smoke that curled out across the floor. Fading like a fog to the light, its terrorizing gaze the last vestige to go. Its butcher was a chair; flat wooden frame hurled from just a few feet away. Meeting no resistance, it came down onto the windowsill instead, shattering with a loud crack. Splinters and scraps rained down in a gust, coming to rest between two muddy boots. Kris blinked up at the sight, their unfocused gaze fixing on a pair of furious yellow eyes.

Susie stood there, chest heaving, the remains of two chair legs clutched in her hands. Jacket sagging heavy, soaked to the bone. She scanned around the room as she leaned over Kris, temporarily engulfing their view. There was nothing. It was as if that… thing… was never there at all. But it was unmistakable. She knew what it was. Kris knew it, too.

Kneeling down, her hands wrapped around Kris’s smaller frame, high and low. Relief washed over both of them as, from first glance, neither one had been injured.

“Kris! Are you okay?!” She demanded breathlessly, pulling them into her in a hug. Their arms went around her nearly as quick, clutching at the back of her rain-soaked jacket.

“What happened?”

“I… I don’t know…” Came their equally breathless reply. They looked even more disheveled than she did, sweater askew, a thin cut down the edge of its shoulder. An angry red mark glowed on the center of their torso, rising and falling with their rapid, panicked breathing. Leaning back to look more closely, Susie reached between them to put her hand to it. Kris jumped from the slight pressure, hissing in pain.

“Kris, y-you’re hurt.” A light snapped on behind her, illuminating the hallway.

“My child! Are you alright?!” It was Toriel. She staggered into the doorway, panic evident, eyes wide.

Susie turned, half kneeling as she cradled Kris against her. Hair clinging to her from the downpour outside. From her equally distressed expression, it was hard to tell if the streaks under her eyes were from tears, or the rain.

“Ms. Dreemur, M-ma’am…! There was something in Kris’s room! I saw it outside! It… it hurt them.” She looked down again, arms still clutched around their smaller frame.

“Okay… remain calm.” came the older monster’s authoritative voice, streaked with worry, sleep, and fear all at once. Crossing the room with swiftness, she reached up to draw the still open window shut again, turning the latch to lock it tight. Her soft white fingertips swept down over Kris's head, pressing their hair aside for a moment. Gently scruitinizing the pair of them.

“You must remain here with them. I will call the police.”  

“O-okay…”  And just like that, they were alone again. The adult's voice fading as they disappeared first into the hall, then down the stairs. Water was still dripping down the wall behind them and off Susie’s hair, shaken loose by her still panicked breaths.

“Kris, how did it get here? What are we going to do?” The fire in her voice disappeared when she felt their hand on her cheek. Looking down, Kriss pulled her toward them. Their brown chestnut hair resting on the glistening darkness of her own, expression hidden from view.

“Don’t leave me here alone…”

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m staying right here.”

Across the room, the twisted remains of the birdcage sat empty.