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Chapter One [Apartment AU]

(AU where the KFC gang are inexplicably living in an apartment while facing financial ruin. Kris is 17, goes to school, and is depressed. Frisk is 19, cuts hair, and is sad sometimes. Chara is 21 and trying to cheer their little band up while desperately trying to make ends meet.)

Most weekdays were the same for Kris. Wake up at seven to the sound of Chara knocking on the closet door, sometimes with their signature ladle, calling, “Yo Kris~! It’s time to wake up~!” Kris stumbled out of their bunk in the closet, got dressed, if they had bothered to change into pajamas last night, and ate whatever breakfast Chara could manage to make. Try to get their crap together, and leave the apartment to board the bus at eight. Sleepwalk through their morning classes, straight-up sleep if they could get away with it. (They could always get away with it in history class, since Ms. Latcher was worried about them.) Eat whatever lunch Chara could throw together. Sneak into the music room to play the piano during recess, if the music teacher who hated them wasn’t around. Sit through their afternoon classes. Catch a bus to go to their work at Ice Queen and take ice-cream orders at the Drive-thru until seven-thirty, getting free ice cream privileges which served as dinner. Go home and lie low, with Chara cracking jokes, trying to cheer them up, while Frisk probably read a book. Kris scrolled on their phone, listening to video game piano tutorials, wishing they had a keyboard. ‘Going to bed’ at ten–bed being a small bunk in the closet, a spot they had chosen for privacy since the few clothes Chara and Frisk had were on the other side of the closet, with separate doors entirely, so they had some space. (Frisk and Chara squeezed on a single bed. Kris’s bunk was cramped enough that they didn’t feel guilty. Besides, Frisk and Chara were more touchy-feely than them anyway.) Rip out their cyan soul and lock it in the tiny plastic birdcage that used to hold a toy parrot when they were five. Sit in bed scrolling through social media on their phone till one or two in the morning. Finally turn off the phone and put their soul back in their body before collapsing and involuntarily passing out.

Saturdays were a bit different. Kris slept in until seven-thirty, but since the trio was in financial ruin Kris had to get up and start working at Ice Queen from eight in the morning to seven-thirty at night. On Saturdays they skipped breakfast, but had lunch plus the free ice cream, and free ice cream for dinner. This aspect was not as idyllic as it sounded. The only free ice cream available was vanilla, and it mostly just made Kris cold without filling them up much. But if they could conserve any money, they did, and tried not to tell Chara the hunger that tugged at their stomach every day. Usually they could grab some moss and eat that to tide themself over, though.

Sunday morning Kris had off. They usually slept the whole time, but if they woke up and couldn’t fall asleep they just listened to piano music, trying to stop themself from scrolling or ripping out their soul. At twelve-thirty, after lunch, they went back to Ice Queen’s and worked till six. Then again, dinner, evening, sleep.

Wash, rinse, repeat. It was routine. The cycle went on. Kris didn’t mind life much anymore, barely looking up at they performed it all like they were part of a machine. They were lucky to have Chara, anyway. Chara, who took them in even while they were in financial ruin and always tried to cheer them up while Kris just sat there blankly. Frisk was pretty chill too, and would express interest in the piano songs Kris listened to.

It was a life where they worked a lot and didn’t get much healthy relaxation, but that was just the way of the world. Or maybe they could change their lifestyle to be more feel-good, and just didn’t have the conviction.

Either way, there was no going back to their old life.

(Should I write anything more with this AU? Maybe elaborate on how the three got into this situation? Lemme know in the replies.)