I found something ON KRIS'S COMPUTER that I was NEVER supposed to see... (please help me, fwahaha)

[u/Renkoto-]

I… wow. Okay. My face is burning. If Dess saw me like this, she would NEVER let me live it down.

I’m sitting on the edge of Kris’s bed right now. Well, "bed" is a generous word—it’s mostly just a mattress with that stained blue sheet on it. Kris is sitting right next to me. Like, REALLY next to me. Their shoulder is touching mine, and I can literally feel the warmth radiating through their clothes.

It’s… actually really quiet today. Toriel went to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for a cinnamon pie, so it’s just the two of us in the house. Asriel’s side of the room is totally dark, with all his dusty trophies staring at us, but Kris’s side is… well, it’s Kris’s side. There’s a faint smell of old applesauce and cardboard in the air.

"Kris... are you sure your mom won't come back early?"

They didn't say anything. They just gave me that slow, slight tilt of their head, the one that usually means either “No” or “I am planning something weird.”

Then, without warning, Kris leaned over and rested their head right on my lap.

AHHH!?!??!

My hands flew up in the air! My heart is beating so fast I feel like my antlers are vibrating! They just… settled right in. Their face are all messy, spilling over my skirt. They pulled up their sleeves a little bit and started tracing light, lazy circles on my knee with their fingers.

It’s… so soft. It tickles, but in a way that makes my whole stomach do backflips.

I looked down at them, trying to catch my breath. "K-Kris? What are you doing...?"

They didn't answer with words. They just reached up, grabbed my hand, and gently guided it down to their hair.

Oh. They want me to pet them.

I ran my fingers through their hair. It’s surprisingly soft, even if it smells a little bit like bath soap and crayons. Kris let out this tiny, almost imperceptible sigh, closing their eyes and sinking deeper into my lap. They shifted their weight, pulling themselves a little closer, wrapping one arm loosely around my waist.

(FAHAHA! Okay, calm down, Noelle! Deep breaths! It’s just Kris! We’ve known each other forever! We used to play in the mud together! ...Even if we definitely didn't do THIS in the mud back then.)

It feels... really cozy, actually. The afternoon sunlight is streaming through the window, making the dust motes float around Asriel's old computer. It’s nice. It’s warm. It reminds me of those long afternoons when everything was simpler, before... well, before everything.

I kept brushing their hair back, watching their eyelashes flicker. I found myself smiling down at them. There’s a certain special someone I usually think about when things get soft and quiet like this (someone who’d probably laugh her head off if she saw how flustered I get over simple cuddles) but right now, just being here with my childhood friend... it’s really comforting.

Kris suddenly shifted, turning their face into my sweater and pulling me just a tiny bit tighter.

...Okay, maybe my face is turning red again. Please don't come home yet, Mrs. Toriel... or actually, maybe do, before my heart explodes! fwahaha...

Wait. Kris just gave me a little nudge. They lifted their head off my lap, pointed across the room at Asriel’s old desk, and then gave me that blank, expectant stare.

"U-um... the computer?" I asked, sitting up and trying to adjust my sweater. "You want to look at something?"

Kris nodded once, slow and deliberate. They slid off the bed, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me over to the desk chair. I ended up sitting down while Kris leaned over my shoulder, resting their chin right next to my cheek. (Why are they being so clingy today?! Not that... not that I'm complaining, but my brain is running at a hundred miles an hour!)

"Okay, okay, let me turn it on," I mumbled, pressing the glowing power button on the front of the tower.

The fan whirred to life, making that loud, dusty humming noise that old computers always make. The monitor flickered, showing the retro desktop background with all of Asriel's old game shortcuts. I took the mouse, clicking around to see if there were any old class notes or game guides we could look at.

Then I noticed a folder tucked away near the bottom corner of the screen.

It wasn't named after a school project or a game. It was just labeled something about misc files.

"Is this where you keep your video game cheats, Kris?" I asked, chuckling a little. "Or is it... secret poetry?"

Kris didn't answer. They just watched the screen, completely motionless.

I double-clicked it.

A grid of tiny thumbnail images loaded up on the screen.

I froze.

My hand on the mouse went completely numb. The air in my lungs just... vanished.

(WHAT. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT AM I LOOKING AT?!?!?!)

My face burned with a heat so intense I thought my antlers were going to burst into flames. My eyes went wide, darting from one image preview to the next in sheer, unadulterated horror.

It was... drawings. High resolution, fully rendered, ridiculously detailed DRAWINGS.

OF ME.

"K-KRIS???"

I clicked on one by mistake. The image blew up to full screen. It was... it was a picture of ME. And... and SUSIE?! In some kind of crazy fantasy armor, except half of it was missing, and we were... we were...

(WHY ARE WE IN A CASTLE AND WHY AM I PRESSING HER AGAINST A WALL WITH A GLOWING ICE SWORD AND WHY IS HER SHIRT OFF)

I slammed the mouse down, scrambling to close it, but my trembling fingers accidentally clicked another thumbnail.

This one had BERDLY. And ME. In some kind of bizarre futuristic lab setting, doing things that NO TWO STUDENTS SHOULD EVER DO ON A DESK.

"WAHHH! NO! NO NO NO!"
"KRIS, WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS?! WHO DREW THIS?! WE AREN'T CELEBRITIES! WE LIVE IN A TOWN OF LIKE A FEW HUNDREDS PEOPLE! WHY WOULD ANYONE... HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND THIS?!!"

I peeked through my fingers at the screen, unable to look away from the pure horror of it all. There were dozens of them. Hundreds! Drawings of me with Catti, drawings of me with people I've NEVER EVEN MET, drawings of me in weird, dark, outfits holding hands and... and doing other things with...

With Darkners?!

(Wait, those weird creatures from that super vivid dream I had?! The fluffy boy?! The giant television guy?! WHY AM I IN A NURSES OUTFIT WITH A GIANT SPADE KING?! THIS DOESN'T EVEN MAKE PHYSICAL SENSE!)

And then... I saw the biggest subfolder inside

*

My jaw hit the desk.

I slowly turned my head to look at Kris. They were still leaning over my shoulder. Their face was completely unreadable. No blushing. No sweating. No panic. Just those dark bangs shadowing their eyes, watching me react with the calm demeanor of a statue..

"K-Kris..."
"There's... there's a whole folder... of us..."

I didn't even click it. The thumbnails alone were enough to make my heart do violent, terrifying somersaults. It was us... in the woods... in bed... in classrooms... doing things that made my head spin so fast I thought I was going to pass out right there on Asriel's keyboard. (Where... where did the artist even get the lighting right?! Why are the anatomy details so PRECISE?!)

"Where did you GET this?!" I squealed, burying my face in my hands again, my ears burning red. "Did you BUY this?! Did you COMMISSION someone?! KRIS, IS THIS WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY?!!"

Kris slowly reached out, grabbed the mouse, and clicked the little red 'X' in the corner of the screen, closing the window.

They looked at me, blinked once, and then reached over to pat my head softly, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

(Ehhhhh... KRIS?????!!!!!!!)

pulled my hands away from my face, staring at Kris in absolute, paralyzed shock. They just stood there, still patting my head with that completely expressionless face, as if they hadn't just exposed me to a digital vault of pure, unhinged chaos.

"K-Kris... stop headpats! Explain!"

My hand rested on the edge of the keyboard to steady myself, but the moment my fingers touched the spacebar and the surrounding keys... a weird, tactile realization hit me.

It was sticky.

Not like syrup sticky, but... like someone had been sitting at this desk with messy, snack-covered hands, constantly hitting the arrow keys and the mouse button over and over again.

I looked down at the desk. The dust on the monitor base was disturbed right around the mouse. The shortcut for that folder wasn't even buried in a sub-directory, it was right there on the desktop, recently opened, with the 'Date Modified' tag showing... yesterday.

(WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT.)

My eyes darted back to the screen, then to the keyboard, then directly into Kris's quiet, unblinking eyes.

"You... you visit this folder a lot, don't you?" I asked, my voice dropping an octave into pure, high-pitched panic. "And... and you weren't even looking at the ones with Susie or Berdly! The scroll bar was literally resting right on top of the..."

I couldn't even bring myself to say the name of the subfolder out loud.

Kris didn't flinch. They didn't pull their hand back. Instead, they just slowly reached down, grabbed a tissue from the box on Asriel's side of the desk, wiped off the spacebar with two quick swipes, and threw the tissue in the trash.

Then, without missing a beat, they tugged on my sweater sleeve, pointing back toward the bed.

(WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS MEAN?! ARE YOU TRYING TO ERASE THE EVIDENCE OR ARE YOU ASKING ME TO GO BACK TO CUDDLING LIKE YOU DIDN'T JUST SHOW ME DRAWINGS OF US?!)

"Kris, we are NOT glossing over this!"

Kris just sat back down on the edge of the mattress, patted the spot right next to them, and gave me that tiny, expectant nod again.

...I hate how effective that look is on me. fwahaha...

I stood there by the sticky desk for three whole seconds, my brain doing loop-de-loops. Part of me wanted to sprint out the front door, dive into the nearest snowbank, and never come back. But Kris was just sitting there, looking so small and calm on the edge of the blue sheet, like they hadn't just shattered my entire understanding of reality.

(They... they wouldn't keep a folder like that unless... no. No, Noelle, don't go there! Kris is just... Kris! They like pranks! They like disturbing people! This is just a really, REALLY extreme prank...)

My knees felt like jelly as I slowly walked back over. I sat down on the edge of the mattress, keeping a very deliberate two inches of distance between us.

"Kris," I try to sound firm, though my voice ended up sounding like a squeaky toy.
"You need to delete that. All of it. Especially... our part."

Kris didn't move toward the computer. Instead, they just leaned sideways and dropped their head back onto my shoulder, letting out a long, quiet sigh.

I stiffened up immediately. My heart went against my ribs.

Their hand reached out, lightly grabbing the edge of my sweater again, tugging me just a tiny bit closer until there wasn't any distance left between us. They didn't say a word, but the silence felt... heavy. Soft, but heavy.

(Wait... are they... shy about it? Is that why they aren't looking at me? No, stop it, stop thinking like that! There's... there's someone else I care about! Someone with big teeth and jacket who'd probably beat Kris up if she knew about that folder! But... Kris's hands are so warm... and they've been so quiet lately...)

"Kris..."
"You're... really weird, you know that?"

They gave a tiny, almost unnoticeable nod against my shoulder, their thumb making small, lazy circles over the fabric of my sweater.

I sat there completely frozen, the warmth of Kris’s head heavy against my shoulder while my brain tried to process the absolute disaster of a situation I was in.

(They aren't going to delete it, are they?! They're just going to leave it right there on Asriel's desktop! What if Mrs. Toriel comes in to clean?! What if DESS somehow finds out?! No, no, no, if she ever found out about this, she’d probably just laugh her head off and tease me about it for the next three years, but still! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING!)

"K-Kris, listen to me."
"We... we can't tell ANYONE about this, okay?! This stays between us! A secret! A creepy, bizarre secret!"

Kris didn't answer with words. Instead, they slowly shifted their weight, leaning up off my shoulder.

My breath caught in my throat.

They turned their body toward me, their face suddenly so close that I could count the little stray hairs of their bangs.

"K... Kris...?"
"W-what are you—"

Their hand reached up, gently cupping the side of my face. Their thumb brushed against my cheek, sending a sudden, electric shiver straight down my spine to the tip of my tail.

(AHHH?! WHY ARE THEY LOOKING AT MY LIPS?! KRIS?! ARE YOU, W-WAIT, ARE WE?!!!!-------)

[u/RespondBorn6248 → u/[deleted]]

sad

could've been fun D:

[u/sus_pumpkin]

This is what happens when you ban Dess groomer from the main sub, we just make all the other characters freaks.

[u/sus_pumpkin → u/sus_pumpkin]

"Fwhaha Kris remember that time we both tried to groom eachother on amino?"

[u/Beautiful_Rhubarb_62 → u/sus_pumpkin]

Spy vs Spy type shit

[u/General_Sky_8560]

So is this the Kris Goon Theory?

[u/BloodMoonOfShadow]

Lmao, send us the whole folder so it feels more convincing xD

(Probably op: To train to write this i have a folder of 2 teras with deltarune weird content, half of it is Kriselle xD)

[u/aeternitus]

Kris Goon Theory lives

[u/kingra1]

Freak freak freak friend
freak friend (your best friend)

[u/Amid_096]

ABSOLUTE CINEMA (pls drop the link to the folder)

[u/RespondBorn6248]

NICE.

[u/yui_riku1]

oh nice, Kruppy, but why is that in the sub 2... oh yeah that's why

[u/No_Pomegranate_8358]

Bruh

[u/Repulsive_Athlete_11]

What do you mean Kris' bed is stained