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Sasha Starts So Many Arguments On The Internet
Sasha starts so many arguments on the Internet
She is so controversial and has lost Marcy a bunch of followers
Most of them were bad people but-
Still
She vents all her frustrations through Twitter arguments or arguing with some random person in chat 💀
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Suffering
KRIS was suffering.
It was controlling them. It made their decisions. They couldn't escape It. It was always there. Even when they were in control.
SUSIE knew KRIS was suffering.
Kris acted weirdly. They were clearly depressed. And they never wore short sleeves.
They would go into this trance like state sometimes and then just flash out of it, looking panicked. Only during important events, for some reason...
And they always seemed so tired. Like they spent the entire night awake.
SUSIE didn't like their suffering.
Susie was always confused when Kris would go into that state.
And concerned when Kris flinched or winced whenever anybody touched their arm.
And upset when she had to explain to Toriel that the reason her kid was passed out in her arms was unknown to her, even if she had theories.
SUSIE wanted to help KRIS.
Susie would comfort Kris when they got out of the trance. It became their routine. Kris went into a trance, got panicked when they got out. Susie put her hand on their shoulder and would reassure them that they didn't do something bad. Kris would invite Susie to their house in thanks. Though it was confusing when they would invite her even when they didn't have a trance...
Susie never pushed about their arms. It didn't seem fair. Not when she would be a hypocrite. But she did try to cheer Kris up everyday. And sometimes it worked!
Whenever they had sleepovers, Susie always made Kris sleep. She said she needed to hug something to sleep. Kris bought it. They cuddled and they both ended up sleeping. And she would carry them home whenever they passed out in school.
But SUSIE was suffering too.
SUSIE was suffering.
Her parents never got any nicer. She ached constantly. And they never bought food for her. Her brother had already run away because of it, but they never learned their lesson.
KRIS knew SUSIE was suffering.
Kris knew something was up with Susie's home life.
She was always hurt. She claimed that it was from a fight, but nobody in the town was brave enough to fight Susie and hurt her. And she flinched whenever anybody raised their arms around her.
Susie always scratched at her arms when she was anxious. Even Kris could recognize that was unhealthy, even if they had similar tendencies.
Susie was also always hungry. Not a healthy amount of hunger. No normal hunger would drive you to eat the things she did. It was like she was never fed.
KRIS didn't like their suffering.
Kris would frown whenever Susie would come to school with a limp, or a split lip, or a black eye.
The frown deepened when they saw her eat chalk out of desperation.
Even deeper when the scratching would draw blood.
KRIS wanted to help SUSIE.
Kris always invited Susie over to their house. It was better for their mom to embarrass them in front of their friend than for Susie to be hurt.
Kris would always share their lunch with Susie. And eat the things she did to make Susie feel less out of place. And give her the bigger slice when they made pie with Toriel.
Kris always distracted Susie when the scratching got bad. Pulling her into a conversation. Giving her something to do with her hands. Challenging her to a thumb war.
But KRIS was suffering too.
Ocean randomly: *aggressively blinks*
Choir: ????
Ocean: *collapses*
Choir: ?!?
Ocean: *gets back up, brushes herself off, and pretends nothing happened*
Constance: Ocean, what did I tell you about TELLING me when you need food!
Ocean :(
You think I'm short? You should see my attention span
Tate, mad at his dad for not being present in his childhood, loving him but not being able to forgive him so easily: don't contact me until you're ready to be a father...
Mcgucket, who can barely form complex thoughts: wga fddbz nzz you're so silly kiddo :) *builds killer robot dinosaur*
Noel: how're you gonna be ableist AND autistic?
Ocean: I'm not??? Autistic???
Noel: sure 😒