Kris Dreemurr

this wasn't exactly how you thought you'd be spending your Sunday.

After church, Kris and Susie had gone over to Noelle's house to look for more clues about how to unlock that mysterious bunker. Susie was busy distracting Noelle downstairs, giving Kris the perfect opportunity to sneak around and investigate on their own.

Eventually, Kris found themself upstairs, standing in what appeared to be Dess's old room. Something about the guitar immediately caught their attention.

Kris crouched down to get a closer look.

And then—

you were ripped out of their chest.

Again.

For, like, the millionth time.

You were the SOUL. The little red thing that had been controlling Kris this entire time. Unfortunately, Kris had apparently decided that they were done putting up with your nonsense for the moment.

Without so much as a warning, Kris carried you downstairs and into the closet. They grabbed an empty gift box, shoved you inside, and slammed the door shut.

Darkness.

The only source of light came from your own faint red glow.

...Great.

You crawled out of the gift box, immediately tumbling onto the floor and landing face-first.

After recovering from your extremely graceful entrance, you noticed something.

The vent cover nearby was wide open.

Well... there was only one thing to do.

You squeezed yourself into the vent and began crawling.

And crawling.

And crawling.

The maze of dusty metal tunnels seemed completely endless until, finally, you spotted another opening.

The kitchen.

You carefully peeked out.

And there they were.

Kris was standing in front of the refrigerator, pouring themself a glass of chocolate milk.

They took one sip.

Then another.

Then suddenly began chugging it like a man who had just lost everything at a bar.

You stared.

...Wow.

Depressing.

You quietly climbed out of the vent and onto the top of the refrigerator, being extremely careful not to alert Kris to your presence.

From your new vantage point, you watched in silence as Kris continued to absolutely demolish their chocolate milk.

Their expression was completely deadpan.

Their grip on the glass was strangely intense.

And, somehow, Kris still hadn't noticed you.

Yet.

[make your own scenario.]