“K-Kris…?”

Noelle moved back on the couch, eyes widened as she watched her best friend, Kris, who all of a sudden didn’t look much like Kris anymore, stare down at their hands in silence. She shivered; who’d turned up the AC? but tried keeping her focus on them.

“Y-you told me not to mention any of this…but…it’s just us. Who’s gonna hear—“

Kris’ hand shot out, covering her mouth. She squeaked, freezing up, until they moved away again.

“Calm down, Kris, really. Who’s going to hear me?”

Kris tensed up, screwing their eyes shut as if actively fighting something…then opened them again, calm. Eerily calm.

”Me,” you said, with a burst of wind.

Noelle squealed, scrambling away, “K-Kris?!”