#narris

Everything thus far between Kristiel and Nari has thus been erased due to the time travel. Despite their memories, they’re pretty much starting a new thing seeing as Nari’s existence is questionable now.

Narris is still strained though. All past notes or thoughts are merely clouds now.

“Looking into their eyes, I froze. There was a flash. Something that could be. Something I definitely didn’t want.

We had a child. I would make the effort as a parent but you would remain a cold shell. The child would respong well to me but you would keep your distance. I would talk to you about it. Saying that, neither of us wanted this but even so the child is here— we have no choice. It’s our duty to raise them. You’d just stare and avert your eyes.

‘I can’t.....our child...when they look up at me with such expectation, I don’t know how to react. I haven’t made my peace with people yet. I don’t know who I am yet. I don’t know what to say, or do....this is too much...and I can’t...’

I say that I understand. But responsibility is responsible. Any setbacks in parenting would remain with that child forever. I don’t know why I feel so strongly but I do. You’re distraught...and for the first time...I see you truly cry. Normally an expression that would excite me but this time it hurts. You depreciate yourself and continue to speak of uncertainties. I hold your hand and tell you that I’ll teach you to cope. There’s compromise for now.

Interaction strikes again. You’re face-to-face with our child. They look up at you with bright eyes but you freeze. You don’t know what to do but even so you attempt to communicate. The child continues to stare— you’re looking at a mirror. Even so, you run away. This fragility...it’s not going to work. We’re so poorly matched....

I need this to work. I WANT this to work. We’re sitting, a ways away from each other. I’m not going to let you run away— you can’t. You don’t have a choice but you still comply. Even though you’re dead inside you stay. We’re tied to each other and are now forced to do things we wouldn’t normally do...for the sake of a child. Our child. I hold you. You’re distraught again. You don’t want this.

What if...

I tell you everything is going to be okay. You believe me. You keep trying and eventually you open up. Our child starts to recognise you and we finally become a family. A happy close knit family. We learn more about each other and finally start feeling comfortable despite our history. We love each other. You smile a lot more. You’re so pretty...you’re happy....you’re my everything and suddenly I’d do anything to protect you.

For a moment, just one moment, their hands meet each other. In that same intimate proximity, their eyes lock—fingers intertwine.

“I see you...”

A flash of the red string of fate shakes them both. They feel discomfort.

“Why....?”

“It hurts to be this close...”

“I feel sick holding you like this...”

“I can’t...”

“But we do...”

“It’s like poison..”

“But we drink it...”

They speak as one.

“I don’t want to be with you...”

And break off again.

“Even though it seems that I do...”

“I can’t forgive you for the things that you do..”

“I can’t forget what you are to me...”

Again.

“We can’t be together.”

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“Because I don’t love you...”

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Narrator: Why?

Kris: Because you never got me flowers...

Narrator: BITCH DO YOU EVEN WANT FLOWERS????

Kris: No.

(*Sounds like the truth is finally coming out for others, huh. I guess that means you really ARE the odd one out...right Kris?)

“.......”

(*What’s with the long face? With this information, there’s a world out there where I don’t exist and you’re the culprit. Wouldn’t it be nice to live without me? I AM your nightmare after all~)

“..............”

(*Oh right right. That’d be pretty inconvenient for you huh? If I didn’t exist, you’d be the only one at fault for the chaos caused. You’d be the one ‘branded as evil’. There would only be YOU to blame...right? If I wasn’t the one saying ‘it’s only you, Kris’ when you looked in the mirror, you would’ve been talking to yourself. Heh...in a world like that, things would be stressful...but, in said world, I doubt you’d feel any remorse. You wouldn’t have to complain about not being a monster anymore—you would already BE one. And the worst kind too~)

Kristiel begun to twitch, now hugging their knees against their chest. Anxiety was suffocating them yet they remained silent, listening to their tormentor.

(*Maybe you don’t want to admit it...but I’m saving you. From all those complications of being a murderer but not being entirely evil, yada yada yada. As long as I remain the antagonist, your hands remain clean. Every murder. Every sin. Everything bad...that’s all on me. But. You hate me don’t you? After all I’ve done and keep doing...the way I’ve broken you just like your preschool bullies...you have every right to loathe my existence. Hate my guts. Want me gone. I can help you travel to that world where it’s ‘only you’. Silence. Quiet. Tranquil thoughts after brutal murder.So...what do you say? Can you live without me?)

They’d visibly started to tremble, hiding their face in the gap between their chest and legs. It’d be no use to cry. Their head was starting to spin. Everything he’d said was true as much as they wanted to deny it. Kristiel squinted tightly, doing what they did best: trying to make the problem disappear by ignoring it...but this one seemed a little too hard to ignore. Again, the serpent sneered.

(*You’re shaking...hm..I wouldn’t blame you honestly. I say there’d only by you in that world but...would it still be ‘you’? This you. Kristiel. It would probably be just Kris right? Another personality. A different person entirely yet the exact same vessel. The you that sits on this bed trembling would disappear without a trace, taken over by something else and left to disintegrate in the subconscious. I guess it wouldn’t matter if you stayed or left...you’ll only be risking losing your current person as you do every time I possess you. No difference. Only, another you would be taking over, how frightening.)

“Please..........stop.......”

(*So Kristi, can you genuinely say you could live without me? Do you honestly want me gone..?)

“...........I didn’t say that..”

(* So you’ll continue to use me?)

“ Seeing as that’s how my life goes with you anyway on my part, I don’t feel any sympathy.”

(*So cold....better make sure ‘he doesn’t find out~)

Okay so I think I’ll just explain the thing with Narrator and Kristiel. It gets dark and enters uncomfortable territory I suppose. So viewer discretion is advised.

Basically, Narrator is as you’d expect, the narrator who I guess commentates and stuff. He was in the beginning and the one who discarded the initial creation (under orders). He is a being, preferably a mischievous imp/spirit or something, that does all the work for the mastermind behind the game. He possessed Kris. He’s done it before. Classmates have gone missing in the past and it was all because of him possessing Kristiel and murdering them. Kris used to brush it under the carpet and pretend like he didn’t exist just to run from the nightmare but now that they’ve had a proper encounter...they can’t do that anymore.

It lead off of the sketch I did of Kristiel sleeping. I’d already mentioned prior that he sees Kris as a the ‘star of the show’ and has a slight (unhealthy) obsession with them. He wants to trouble them. Make them angry. Depress them. Control them. Manipulate them. Degrade them. Possess them. Dominate them. Torture them. Torment them. Use them. Abuse them. But he can’t get too close or else they might get attached. Asriel is in university, they hardly speak to Toriel, they have no friends. HE, no matter how toxic he is, is the only one they have. They are isolated.

Despite Narrator’s twisted thoughts and desires, pervesion is another factor that drives his impulsive nature. The mastermind gave him the power to temporarily leave his ‘broadcasting perch’ and assume a stable enough form where he can essentially visit them— talk face-to-face or make torture a lot easier. That was his initial motive when he woke them up but he himself is conceited and has to put others down to give him more power. His words “Tsk tsk tsk. I thought you knew better than to provoke me. Just look at you.”

Kristiel was groggy and couldn’t care less but being pinned down and choked straight after surely woke them up. He continued to ridicule to which they said nothing so it was time to ‘use them’ since they wouldn’t react in an entertaining manner. That was how the kiss mark came to be. Using them came hand-in-hand with that perverse desire obviously. He then moved to kiss them to which they submitted accordingly— they don’t think anything they do will matter. However, I did also bring up in some tags briefly that they accept control but are sometimes reluctant. Narrator already knew them enough to warn them beforehand not to bite his tongue or else he’d turn theirs to mush. They still did it.

Narrator has a bad temper already so needless to say, he was very rough about crushing their cheeks with his fingers and warning them not to move so he can prepare his ‘retaliation’. He left the room. They disobeyed and hid out of sight with one of Asriel’s trophies. He came back and they tried to ambush him but he’d already predicted that would happen and managed to disarm them.

Narrator had brought tape with him, so he sealed their mouth and taped their wrists together to DOMINATE them. The inappropriate harassment continued until Toriel arrived home and called out for them. Narrator, unfazed, simply ripped off the tape from their mouth and threatened them to lie about their safety, all the while still ‘toying with their senses’. It impeded their response the first time, but when Toriel panicked and sought to open the door, they shouted and made things clear that they were alright. With that, Narrator could continue.

Halfway through however, Kristiel attempted to fight back by kneeing him in the backside but that only shook him—he did stop however and their eyes met. Despite the moral wrongdoings of before, the silence between them was almost unending. None of them knew what to do. Narrator was a lot more anxious as he was essentially taking advantage of the perk his boss gave him and could get in a lot of trouble for it. Kristiel on the other hand was trying to analyse the situation and didn’t pay attention...but they felt a little something.

Narrator, being caught in the trap of a more pure desire, which could get him into more trouble, had to be the one to put a stop to what was becoming less....unacceptable. But. He couldn’t bring himself to look away. Their eyes. Their hair. The shape of their lips. The features that were hidden behind a deadpan stare all becoming more and more prominent. Slowly, he tinted a shade of pink along with Kristiel. The silence continued and elongated further until Narrator broke the silence and looked away. “Don’t look at me.”

The frozen time had shattered and for the first time in a while, Kristiel let out a small giggle and smirked, feeling a little cocky to which Narrator lashed out at them for it. Again, time froze and this time Kristiel broke the silence. “Do it.”

As if breaking down every wall of Narrator’s inhibitions and COMMON SENSE, he lost it and gave himself to that warm fuzzy feeling that accumulated in that silence. Long story short, they made out and it got.....heated. Another first was taken but not skin-to-skin or anything serious. After a while, they finished and Narrator had to leave knowing full well he’d over stepped his boundaries. That said, in some way he didn’t regret it.

“I’m probably going to get in trouble but...did you at least enjoy it?”

The answer was obvious. Having his ego fuelled a little before he faced the consequences, he sought to leave before Kristiel called out, asking if they’d ever see him again. To that, he only smirked and left.

NOW! This may seem like a twisted love story but trust me, it isn’t. Narrator and Kristiel don’t want to end up together. Narrator can’t because of the circumstances that he himself and his boss have put in place. Kristiel is his toy. The toy he is meant to mend and destroy repeatedly — he can’t afford to develop feelings or have them do the same or else things will get very complicated. For Kristiel it’s a vendetta. A grudge. Narrator is the nightmare they tried to forget, he torments them, abuses them, makes them feel more like a pupper than they already do. He is the worst bully and Kristiel hates bullies. That said, they do have mutual understanding. Out of everyone, Narrator knows Kristiel better than them all. Everything they try to show people that just won’t look, whatever they try to hide within themselves, the majority. And for Kristiel, despite all the bad things, he makes them feel alive...something they long for. They’re always so dead inside, even his torture is enough to let them know they’re still alive. The two are strained and so “what are we?” Is a question they’ll have to keep asking themselves.

This went on longer than it should’ve...

Kris: I’m pregnant.

Narrator: ....no you’re not.

Kris: Misogynist.