Panic reaching transcendental heights, Kris tried to pry their hands away, only to find them rooted firmly to the spot, slowly but surely dissolving into the larger mass of Noelle's back. Failing this, they tried to twist away, to create some distant between Kris and Noelle — to create any distance between Kris and Noelle — only to be met with a sickening CRUNCH that sent them lurching forwards.

The barrier between the twos flesh didn't seem to matter anymore. Their ribcages interlocked, intent on devouring one another. The sensation of bone grinding against bone was nauseating.

Their faces were just a few inches apart now, legs intertwined and slowly dissolving. Kris's body — what was left of it — hung limp and useless. Noelle held them like they were the last worthwhile thing in the world.

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@corroded-memories

At first he thinks maybe it's Joshua, but quickly dismisses that because it's not his week with him. Also because he knows for a fact that he does not feed his son doritos or lucky charms.

Cut to Gordon walking into his room one evening to find Benrey casually eating out of several different opened snack packages on his bed.

Typical pointless and petty arguing ensues.