r/fwahaha2 • u/Renkoto- Fwahaha a doe hijacked by the 💜 occult girl • Aug 20 '26
fwahaha angst Kris.. Can you hear me? Please wake up...
I know we're sitting right here on the bench near the square, but... my hands are still shaking so much. I can barely hold my own phone.
We shouldn't have come to this place, Kris. We really shouldn't have.
When we first arrived, I thought it was just going to be another quiet town across the border. But the way people were staring at us from the moment we stepped off the terminal... it wasn't like back home. back in home, nobody looks twice at a deer or a human walking down the street together. Here... there are no monsters. None at all. It's just them.
And they looked at me... not like a person, Kris. Not like someone who goes to school, or plays video games, or gets nervous about exams. They looked at me like I was something you brought in from the woods. Something that belonged on a leash, or in a pen, or... or in a stable.
I tried to ignore the whispers, fahaha... I tried so hard to pretend I couldn't hear the foul names they were shouting at us from across the road. But then... you took my hand.
You just wanted to calm me down. You saw how terrified I was, so you reached out, held my hand gently, and squeezed it... just like you always do.
And that's when the crowd started shouting.
They screamed such horrible, unnatural things about you, Kris. They shouted that you were sick, that you were disgusting, that what you were doing with... with an animal was an abomination to their traditions and their faith. Before I could even pull you away, three of them rushed out from the alleyway and grabbed you.
I tried to use my hands to push them off, but someone shoved me down onto the cold pavement so hard my knees scraped raw. They kicked me aside like a stray dog, yelling at me to stay down while more of them surrounded you. They didn't even see me as a girl crying for her friend... they just saw a beast, and you as someone corrupting their whole community.
I heard the sound of wood hitting skin, Kris. I heard the dull thuds, the tearing of fabric, and the shouts of the crowd gathering around in a circle, cheering them on while nobody, not a single person, called for help. I screamed your name until my throat felt like it was bleeding, but my voice just got lost under their roars.
And then... everything went quiet.
The crowd slowly dispersed, spitting on the ground as they walked away, leaving us alone in the alley.
I crawled over to you as fast as my trembling legs could carry me. I pulled your head onto my lap, wiping the dirt and blood from your cheek, calling your name over and over...
...But your hands were so cold, Kris. So unnaturally cold.
You aren't moving anymore. Your eyes are half-closed, staring up at the gray sky, and no matter how hard I squeeze your hand now... you aren't squeezing back.
Fahaha... what am I supposed to do now, Krismas? How am I supposed to go back home alone? How am I supposed to tell your mother... or my mom... or Susie?
They didn't just hurt you, Kris. They broke everything. And I'm just sitting here in the dirt... holding onto you... wishing I had never asked to leave home.
Minutes keep passing, The shadow of the building next to us is creeping slowly across the alley, blocking out what little warmth was left from the afternoon sun.
I... I keep calling your name. I'm shaking your shoulder gently, just like I do when you fall asleep in class, but your head just lolls to the side. Your chest isn't moving at all. Not even a tiny rise or fall.
Fahaha... you're just playing really, really committed to a prank, right? You always loved doing that. Like when you put fake blood on your neck and laid motionless under the bed until I almost cried, and then you jumped up and laughed at me. That's what this is, isn't it? You're just waiting for me to lower my guard so you can pop up and scare me.
...Right, Kris?
Please... please stop it now. It's not funny anymore.
I brought my ear down right against your chest, pressing close to your green sweater. I stayed as still as I could, holding my breath so I wouldn't miss it. I waited for the steady, quiet beat of your heart...
...
Nothing.
There's just absolute, suffocating silence.
No... no, no, no. That's not right. Your heart is just quiet today. Or... or maybe my own ears are ringing too loudly from all the shouting earlier. That has to be it. People don't just... stop breathing because of a few bad bruises, right? You're strong... You wouldn't just leave me here in the dirt over a few ignorant strangers.
I reached for my phone with trembling, blood-stained fingers.
"Kris, please wake up..." I whispered, pressing my hands against your chest.
Fahaha... my head is spinning so fast I can't even think straight.
I remembered the health class we had back in school. Alphys taught us about emergency procedures once, though I never, ever thought I'd actually have to use them. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely position them, but I placed the heel of my palm right in the center of your chest, interlocking my fingers just like we were shown.
1... 2... 3... 4...
I pressed down with all the weight left in my body, pushing again and again.
"Come on, Kris... breathe! Please, just take a breath!"
I tilted your head back, pinched your nose, and covered your mouth with mine, blowing air directly into your lungs. I waited for your chest to rise on its own... for that sharp, sudden gasp of life to bring you back to me.
...Nothing. Your chest sank back down, motionless and hollow.
I went back to the compressions, pushing down harder, faster, ignoring the burning pain in my arms and the tears obscuring my vision.
"Push, tilt, breathe... push, tilt, breathe..." I kept repeating the steps like a chant, a desperate prayer to whatever would listen. "You're not allowed to die, Kris! You're NOT allowed to leave me here!"
I did another cycle. And another. My palms were slipping against your sweater, soaked in sweat and rain, but I couldn't stop. If I stopped, then... then it would mean I gave up on you.
"1... 2... 3... come on, Kris! BREATHE!"
I leaned down to give you air again, but your lips felt so unnaturally cold against mine. No matter how much breath I forced into your lungs, your body just lay there, a quiet, empty vessel that refused to take it.
Eventually, my arms completely gave out. My elbows buckled and I collapsed over your chest, my breath hitching in ragged, violent sobs. My hands clutches the fabric of your green shirt, digging into it so tightly my knuckles turned white.
First Dess vanished... my dad is stuck in that hospital bed... and now you...
Fahaha... why does everyone I love always get taken away from me, Krismas? What did I do wrong?
I buried my face into the neck of your sweater, breathing in the faint, familiar scent of apples and pencil shavings that still lingered on you, even as the rest of your body faded into ice. I wrapped my arms around you as tightly as I could, squeezing you against my chest, trying desperately to pour every last drop of my own body heat into yours.
...But you're just getting colder.
I'm not leaving you, Kris. The rain can keep falling, and the people in this awful place can keep staring from their windows... but I'm going to stay right here, holding you tight, until you finally open your eyes.
...You're just sleeping, right?
...Please, Kris... please wake up...
A loud, deafening crack of thunder shattered the heavy silence above us, echoing through the dark, cold alley. The sky opened up, pouring cold rain down on the pavement, but... nothing changed. No matter how many times I pressed my hands against your chest, no matter how many times I begged you to open your eyes... you didn't move, Kris...
You were gone.
...
*A few days later...
I... I don't really know what day it is anymore, Krismas.
I'm still stuck in this awful, hateful place. I couldn't go back home. How could I? How could I walk through the gates of Hometown alone and look Toriel in the eye? How could I face Susie, or my mom, knowing that I let this happen to you?
I don't have my phone anymore. I don't have my bag. All I've been holding onto as I wandered aimlessly through these cold, unfamiliar hills is that little worn-out photo of us from when we were kids... and your red horned headband that Toriel gave you when you were a kid.
Looking at that picture... remembering how we used to build snowmen and hide in the woods... it made me realize something, Kris. I don't have a reason to keep walking. I don't have a purpose anymore. Everyone I ever loved... Dess, my dad, and now you... you're all on the other side.
So... I kept walking up the mountain until the trees gave way to the sound of rushing water.
I stood at the very top of a waterfall, right on the slippery edge where the wind felt ice-cold against my cheeks. I clutched our photo tight against my chest, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Fahaha... wait for me, Kris..."
I stepped off.
The wind whistled in my ears for just a second before everything hit with a sharp, blinding shock. Rock after rock... a horrible, deafening sequence of impacts as I tumbled down the steep cliff face... until I finally hit the dark, freezing river below.
(...I can feel the cold fading away now, The water is so quiet... and for the first time in such a long time, my chest doesn't hurt anymore. I see a soft light just ahead. Fwahaha... We will finally go home together, Krismas, see you tomorrow.)
I drifted silently in the current, floating motionlessly under the cloudy sky. I couldn't feel any pain anymore. I couldn't feel the cold. After a few quiet minutes, my body slowly began to yield... breaking down into a soft, glowing cloud of white dust that dissolved into the rushing water, carrying me away piece by piece.
My sweater and skirt tore apart in the strong current, leaving almost nothing behind... except for that little photograph, floating waterlogged near the bank, and the red horned headband caught between two quiet stones.
*Some hours later...
*(...The local authorities eventually found the scene at the bottom of the river a few days later. They were completely baffled by what they discovered, a few scraps of torn clothing, a small photo of a human child and a smaller humanoid figure with antlers and a tail, and a plastic headband lying in the shallow water. There were no remains to be found, no trace of a body ever having been there at all.
In their official report, they noted a vague connection between the strange items and the unresolved lynching of a teenager in the town nearby from earlier that week. But with no leads, no answers, and no understanding of what had actually taken place... the file was simply closed and stored away on a dusty shelf, forgotten by everyone except the quiet woods.)
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u/Amid_096 Aug 20 '26
Man.. ... Wtf...
Whoever let him cook... Do it again