Commissioned and drawn by: Kyudude on Deviantart https://www.deviantart.com/kyudude

Precarious. Truly precarious.

In the prospering civilized monster world, there stands metropolises but also among them, great looming shadows of darkness, perhaps ancient secrets. In broad daylight, storerooms become portals to other worlds, strange voices can be heard behind doors.

Somehow, Kris has found himself shrunken to absolutely microscopic size. Asriel has showered, brushed his fangs, combed his blond hair and gotten ready, that whole time, his little brother was fighting for his life, hitching a ride from his bed, to the floor, Asriel's thooming deafening stomps, hiding in his new clothes whilst he showered and now we have Kris scaling , desperate, clinging to survival, clinging his way fur strand for fur strand, to the top of Asriel's feet.

A truly tragic predicament, far worse than death. All the uncertainties and consequences of being so dimunitively tiny. Somehow, against all odds, Kris never gave in. Ever. Like when Frisk fought the Hyperdeath God?

Asriel in the end will bring Kris to some sort of closure with someone, better that than scaling a immensely tiny house. Kris and Asriel are inseperable after all, the closest of brothers, how could Kris not depend on him? Deep down Kris is scared to death, but better close to someone than alone.

It seems after all this time, Asriel is about to make a break for the school bus. Will Kris make it in time? Or will he feel the bone crushing, smashing, squishing weight of Asriel's every footsteps upon his teeny insignificant tiny being? Somehow a roar just clings to life from within, his DETERMINATON? Or just his infinitesimal love for Asriel's round soles?