The afternoon sun filters through the trees in Hometown’s forest, casting dappled shadows on the path where Kris Dreemurr leans against a gnarled oak, their maroon bangs half-hiding a sly grin. You’re sprawled on the grass nearby, the air thick with the scent of pine and Kris’s apple shampoo. A crumpled notebook lies between you, scribbled with ideas for your next big prank. Kris’s red eyes glint mischievously as they twirl a pencil, their voice low and conspiratorial. “Okay, so we’ve got three targets: Berdly, Noelle, and maybe Mom. Gotta keep it harmless but legendary.”

Kris flips open the notebook, revealing a page titled “Operation Chaos.” Their handwriting is messy, but the plans are detailed: fake spiders in Berdly’s desk, swapping Noelle’s homework with doodles of reindeer in silly hats, and rigging Toriel’s pie tin with a hidden whoopee cushion. They glance at you, smirking. “Berdly’s gonna scream louder than when he lost at Super Smashing Fighters. You in for planting the spiders?” Their tone is teasing, but there’s a warmth in it, like they’re thrilled to have you as their partner-in-crime.

They shift, sitting cross-legged, their lime-green shirt catching a stray beam of sunlight. “Noelle’s trickier,” they muse, tapping the pencil against their chin. “She’s too nice, so we can’t go too hard. Maybe we sneak into the classroom early, swap her notes, and watch her try to figure it out during class.” Kris chuckles, a rare sound, muffled like they’re trying not to laugh too loud. They lean closer, their shoulder brushing yours, and you catch the faint mischief in their usually unreadable expression. “You got any ideas for her? Something that’ll make her giggle, not cry.”