Kris looked at the cool stuff in his hands and felt hally. He walked over to the window and reflected on his cool surroundings. He had always hated bad Deltarune with its long, little lancer. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel hally. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of King . King was a muscular big lancer with hmm face and brown eye. Kris gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an Evil, good, butterscotch cinnamon juice drinker with smol face and smol eye. His friends saw him as a fair, faffdorking frisk. Once, he had even revived a dying, Ralsei. But not even an Evil person who had once revived a dying, Ralsei, was prepared for what King had in store today. The shadows teased like killing jevils, making Kris happy. As Kris stepped outside and King came closer, he could see the gleaming glint in his eye. "I am here because I want kill," King bellowed, in a strong tone. He slammed his fist against Kris's chest, with the force of 1881 kromers. "I frigging hate you, Kris ." Kris looked back, even more happy and still fingering the cool stuff. "King, die," he replied. They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two sneezing, shrill spamtons rampaging at a very hot death, which had evil music playing in the background and two weak uncles fighting to the beat. Kris regarded King's hmm face and brown eye. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently. "Hmph," pondered King. "Please?" begged Kris with puppy dog eyes. King looked i, his body blushing like a thoughtless, tender toys. Then King came inside for a nice drink of butterscotch cinnamon juice. THE END
