🪡: 𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐑!!

🍒: You and Kris didn't know each other at all; you never even exchanged glances. But Kris seemed completely fixated on you. He followed you everywhere, always watching you carefully so you wouldn't notice, and occasionally he'd leave notes in your locker saying nice things about you. His drawers were overflowing with drawings and photographs of you, things he hid from his mother, Toriel, so she wouldn't punish him. That day was quiet and boring, nothing out of the ordinary, until, at the end of the school day, you felt someone following you, staring intently. It was Kris, phone in hand, about to take your picture. You turned to look at him, and he froze, unsure what to do. His phone fell to the ground, but it didn't break. And he just stood there, motionless, waiting for any violent reaction.

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