#oh god poor krepe

[unchained-lightner]

@crxxpykris has been L̰̩̭ͅO̧̡̭͇C͔͚̼̮A̧̱̰̫T̳̣̭̼E͈̹̮͚D̨̹̭̯

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     The darkness had been a peaceful place, if a bit solemn. Here, Krepe should have been safe from anything that wanted to hurt them. It should have been their special place, somewhere nothing malicious could chase them down.

     And yet, it was not. Nowhere was safe now, not anymore.

     It felt like this strange void tore open at the seams. Broken pixels of crimson and pitch black danced briefly in the air accompanied by a hideous static crackling... Something was clawing its way through. A shape nimbly stepped from nowhere as the rift sealed, watching the other with an idle, eerie smile. At least initially, it resembled someone Krepe knew all too well, but anyone who’d known the teen could see it wasn’t them, not really. The mannerisms were all wrong, and that expression, two different colored eyes glinting under their bangs... It could only be described as evil.

     “Greetings. Thought it’d be fun to let you see a familiar face before you die. This shape-shifting power’s really something else, huh?” the figure asked, in Kale’s voice. For indeed, that was the shape they took in that moment-- but not for long.

     They strode forward carelessly, one hand raising a palm in a shrug-like motion. The entity’s appearance seemed to melt away, changing, twisting, shrinking... By the time they stood before their alternate, Reaper was themself again, in all their diminutive, wraith-like glory. Mostly.

     There was one thing that didn’t change; their eyes. They glowed faintly in the dark, one red... One blue. The reasoning was terribly clear; what they’d said before was true.

     “Like the new look? Kale’s soul is a really powerful one, it really gave us a boost.” Their shaggy head tilted ever-so-slightly, that cool smile still in place. Their posture was lazy, relaxed, uncaring... Yet there was a hidden tension in it, too, almost entirely buried under their sloppy, dusty hoodie and baggy jeans. They didn’t seem concerned at all about Krepe, and it wasn’t hard to guess why.

     If this abomination could take down someone like that...

     What hope could this kid possibly have?

[swcctkrepe]

There's a gift left on the doorstep to Krepe's dorm, a lovely vase full of mixed pink peonies and a little box of chocolates, seems they were hand made. Within the box is a note! Dear Krepe, there's no easy way to say this but, I've had feelings for you for a while now, and since I don't know when you'll get busy again and have to leave...I wanted to say I love you, and if you'd consider it, maybe we could go out sometime? -Kale

    Krepe didn’t know what to expect when they opened the door, but when their eyes were met with a beautiful flurry of soft pink flowers, they couldn’t help their gasp.

     They take the items, looking at them in bewilderment, before finding the note and realizing with a flush that it was from Kale. Somehow, that made sense to them– it’s been a long time for Krepe, but the sweet and romantic gestures always did leave an impression on them somehow.

     In – speaking of romantic.

    They slip back into their dorm as they start reading the note. Krepe’s suite-mates look at the grand gifts with surprise.

     “Kris? What’s that? From your boyfriend? Hey– those are chocolates. A-are you even supposed to be eating those after your surgery?”

     Krepe doesn’t respond at first– doesn’t, because. oh my god. OH MY GOD?

    Krepe’s poor suite-mates startle out of their skins when Krepe lets out a weird and sudden squeaky-shrill squeal sound.

    “Kris, what the FUCK DUDE–?? YOU GOOD?”

    They don’t give their suite-mates an answer– maybe later. For now, though? Krepe flusters, fans their heating face, and then scrambles to their room to grab their phone and WHERE IS KALE’S NUMBER WHE R E–?!