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The Sans of North America: Kristina Ballon
Hey guys! Roxas here! Today, I'm goanna do something so unexpected.
*strikes breast* Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grevious fault
I had started a Undertale fanfic.
On the AUs.
Lord, help me.
Anyway, with that, the characters that you don't recognize as one of the game's characters are my OCs. Toby Fox owns Undertale (God, bless this man for many years to come) while The Garbage Goddess owns the idea of the story, though I guess it's the AU's owners that own... the... story? Dunno.
Anyway, relax and enjoy. Tell me if this is rushed and has an ample amount of errors nigh high, 'kay?
If you want to be friends with a 15 year-old girl by the name of Chira Glass, you have to know about her love for flowers, specially roses and buttercups. The teen has long, flowing black hair that went to the end of her shoulder blades, bright chocolate brown eyes, flawless dark brown skin, and a smile that brought many more smiles on people, happy or sad.
Now, I would be lying if I told you that no one knew about her obsession with flowers, or plants. At least once every two weeks someone with a kind soul (NOT the Soul of Kindness) would come to her with a pretty bouquet of flowers, each species wrapped in pink paper. Sometimes the person might be a complete stranger, a man in a business suit or a woman working at the nearby grocery store. Sometimes, it's her friends.
Now, I would be lying if I told you that her friends give a bouquet every other day just to please her; no, they do it because it's nice to. Chira's parents are florists, selling flowers here and there, even letting the teen help. Her friends, which consists of an annoying-as-hell teen, an Undertale die-hard otaku, a book lover, an annoying-as-fuck teen, another Undertale otaku, and an anime artist.
The annoying-as-hell teen, named Dustin Pierce, is a teenage boy tall for his age, and his grade. He has short, cropped light brown, almost orange hair, ice blue eyes, fair peachy skin, and an explosion of freckles on his face. The flowers he brings are the skinny light purple colored lavenders.
The book lover, named Dannika Noyes, is a teenage girl, having long, brown hair tied in a ponytail, hazelnut colored eyes, fair peachy skin, and red glasses that make her eyes pop out more. The flowers she brings are the soft, white bell-shaped daffodils.
The anime artist, named Mika Deering, is a teenage girl. She has blonde hair usually dyed a multitude of colors, ocean blue eyes, fair peachy skin, and large green glasses. The flowers she brings are the very bright pink roses without the thorns.
The Undertale otaku, named Gabby Zuber, is a teenager girl, having long, curly dirt blonde hair, lapis lazui blue eyes, fair peachy skin, and a black choker she seems to wear almost everyday. The flowers she brings is the golden marigolds.
The annoying-as-fuck teen, named Zach Townsely, is a teenage boy and a Mr. Know-It-All. He has light brown hair, hazel colored eyes, fair peachy skin, and a big explosion of freckles on his face and arms. the flowers he brings is the iconic multicolored tulips.
Then, there's the Undertale die-hard otaku.
The otaku, named Kristina Ballon, is a teenage girl with short, cropped black hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, fair tan skin, and black glasses with silver lining. Her flowers?
Buttercups.
The choice isn't merely because she's an Undertale fanatic; no, it's Chira's favorite type of flower, even before the release of the game.
Then, there's the creepy bouquet of flowers.
It was a chilly Friday in the month of November, the month with Thanksgiving underway. High school has been a hassle for Chira, as Kristina would say herself, and she need a break, and what's a break without taking a breather and do some gardening work to prepare the yard for winter? It wasn't until a couple minutes later her overprotective otaku friend banged the door off its hinges (metaphorically), a shotgun in her left hand. Earlier, she phoned her and asked if she gave her a bouquet of flowers lately, the latter saying no and why. The red flags then went up and the brash teen ended the call, already out the door to meet Chira.
"That motherfucking idiot thinks you're his bitch. Like, fuck that shit I'm not."
The phone call ended there, which made Chira more worried about her friend rather than the mystery person. Lately, her friend has started being overprotective of her along with the obvious laziness vibe she brings with her. What's even more interesting is the urge to make a Undertale blog in tumblr.
See, it was always Kristina's dream to make such blog, and that wish was granted when her parents gave her a iMac (that computer from Apple) for her birthday. Today was also the day the two start on another segment on the blog, namely the "Flowers for my Soulmate", a.k.a. almost all of the posts has something to do with the most "under"rated character, Flowey. The computer was on the patio table, on and running on the tumblr site. Chira also called the others to meet up as well, seeing the opportunity perfect to do a Undertale dub with Cards Against Humanity.
Then, it was lunchtime.
Everyone voted on spaghetti, much to Kristina and Gabby's delight, and the teens prepared the dish, joking along the way. Chira looked at her friends, sitting on a chair, a faint smile on her face. Since the "incident", her group, especially Kristina, have been receiving hate comments, even death threats, just because of a misunderstanding; a misunderstanding Chira rather not talk about. Recently, however, the fear slowly melted from the many supporters all over the tumblr site as well as their hometown. It's rare to see the gang happy while having the fear of the S.W.A.T. Team banging on their door.
"No! You're suppose to keep the pasta stirring!"
"This, mates, is getting impastable."
"Kristina, you asshole! Help us here!"
"Funny pun, Sans."
"Yep, I feel like being a little.. punny today."
Chira giggled to herself, the puns and curses creating a friendly atmosphere around the house. As soon as the cooking is done, Dustin, while shoving an extra plate of spaghetti at Kristina, puts down the plates filled with the pasta, smiling at the creations. Everyone, finally happy that the cooking is done and the house isn't burning down yet, sits down and gorges on the dish, chatting and making jokes around the table.
If days could be like this... Chira sighed, receiving attention from Zach, who sat next to her.
"Chira? You okay?"
The teen looked back at the boy, nodding. "Yeah," she replied. "I just wished that it'll be like this everyday, ya know." She twirled the long noodles with her fork, peering at the mound of pasta. "I mean, like nothing is coming to get us."
Kristina must've heard the answer, because she said, "Chira! I got something to tell ya!" She got out of her seat, scooted the chair away from her, and pumped her fist up in the air. "You need to ketchup with us here, 'cause you can relish the past and present, but you mustard heard me the other day, for we are here with you, whether it's getting into trouble or getting killed." Her hard brown eyes then looked at Chira.
"Remember, mate: you're not alone in this mess."
As if on cue, everyone got up and hugged the now crying teen, telling nice things about her and stuff. Chira smiled and laughed, knowing that everything will be back to normal.
Then, there is the flash of light and everyone's souls stopping inside them.
"...What the hell was that?" Kristina asked, her eyes fixated on the back door.
It was 20 seconds after that weird flash of light episode in Chira's backyard, and everyone hid behind the couch, which proved to be useful as debris and glass flew into the house, obliterating whatever is in the way.
"Dunno," Mika mumbled, looking at the back door, fear dotted in her eyes. "Whatever that is, i'm officially scared."
"Same," Dannika and Gabby chimed, shaking in their spots.
Chira looked at Kristina, seeing any reaction in her face but found none. She she got up from her sitting position, she found a baseball bat from the wall a couple feet away from her, summoned up some courage, and started to walk to the back door, which was opened from the sudden shock wave.
"Chira! You asshole!" Dustin exclaimed, trying to grab the hem of her shirt but was held back by Kristina grabbing his. "You'll get hurt!"
Chira looked back at him, then shrugged. "I'll check if the computer hasn't died yet," she said, facing the door again, bat on her shoulder ready for battle. "Besides, I need to check in for the Cards Against Humanity." With that, she trotted outside, determination written all over her face. Stepping on the wooden patio, she scanned her surroundings, seeing nothing out of the blue. The computer was still there, on the tumblr site like nothing happened. The backyard looks the same as always except for the boy sleeping on the gr- wait, boy sleeping on the ground?
Cautiously, she tiptoed to the boy, silently going down the steps of the wood, her eyes trained on the boy, the bat lazily dragged behind her.
What the hell is this boy doing in my backyard? Chira looked behind her to see Kristina outside on the computer, looking through the posts.
"Found anything?" Chira called, looking at the teen. Said teen shook her head but stopped. "Kristina, what did you find?" Worry began to form in Chira's gut; the day she been dreading coming to life, today.
"...Someone, an Anon, "knights" Flowey and gives him a soul."
Chira slapped her face, unamused.
"Also, the video feed was rolling during the blast since I didn't turn it off. I bet it'll tell us what made that blast."
Chira, interested in the video, drops the bat and runs to the patio, where the rest of the gang was at, the video ready to play. Standing besides her, Chira nodded, prompting Kristina to hit play.
~StAtIc~
The screen showed the right half of the patio, potted colorful flowers and green vines wrapping itself around the rails and columns of the wood. Noises from the right indicated the gang yelling while cooking.
"Jesus Christ," Zach mumbled, staring at the screen, "we were really that loud?"
"Apparently," Kristina commented.
At the bottom of the screen, something yellow popped up, along with muttered curses. Apparently, the noises at the right can't hear these muttered noises. Some of the muttering sounded angry and pissed, like any kind of person talking in hushed voice.
However, there was a little curiosity in the voice.
"...Well, we were making a lot of noises..." Dannika pointed out.
By now, the clanging was gone and filled the area with a chorus of voices chatting and laughter. Then... an all-too-familar yellow flower showed itself, a look of curiosity plastered on its face.
"...tumblr? What the fuck is that? Another social site? Jeez, humans..."
Kristina pressed pause.
"..."
No one said a word, not even a snarky remark from Kristina.
"...What the flying fuck," the teen proclaimed, breaking the silence with her disbelief tone, "is Flowey doing?!" She then looked around. "Where's the flower fucker, anyway!" She pushed herself away from the computer, got out of her seat, and stomped towards the house. "Imma go find me a clobbering stick; go on without me!"
Mika, sighing, pressed play.
Flowey looked at the screen, not knowing he was being recorded. A stray vine swiped on the mouse pad and scrolled down whatever he's looking at.
"...Posts... licorice? Eww, even Sans hates those... huh? What's this?" His eyes moved across the page, then a low snicker came out of his mouth. "A soul? For me? My, would that make my day." Once again, the noises to the right didn't hear him.
"Hey," Zach muttered. "Didn't Kristina read off of that post?"
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
"That post about Anon knighting Flowey with a soul?"
Everyone then ohhed and nodded their heads.
"I think something happens to him after he read off of that post."
The flower disappears along with the vines, leaving no trace of himself. A few seconds past and during the whole "I'm with you" speech Kristina made, a flash of light appeared, making the screen go static. After one minute, the static clears and the whole patio was trashed.
~StAtIc~
"..."
No one said a word, their thoughts coming to a screeching halt.
"Flowey didn't do that for sure," Gabby commented, breaking the heavy tension. "Otherwise, vines would've went for us back at the house, I think."
Everyone kept looking at the screen, wondering what exactly made that flash of light. Gabby, after letting the statement and explanation sink into everyone, the "Flowey did it" suggestion faded away. The back door closed loudly and Kristina, a metal baseball bat poised on her shoulder, walked up to them.
"...So, what's up?"
Mika sighed. "Apparently, that post about Anon knighting Flowey with a soul has something to do with that white light... or that's what we gathered here," she explained. Her eyes then went to the bat. "Uh...What are you doing with that?"
"Oh, you know...Flowey."
Chira sighed and looked back at the yard, where the b- whoa, where the hell did the boy go?
"Where the hell did he go?" Chira cried, looking around the yard frantically "Holy FUCK, where did he go?!" By now, she's wailing, frantically searching the whole house for whatever she's looking for. Her friends look at her with a disbelieving face on, Mika and Kristina shaking their heads. Chira appeared besides them, huffing from the running she was doing for the past 15 minutes.
"Fuck... can't find him anywhere... dammit."
Chira went in the shed, taking out a light green bicycle and a yellow helmet, strapped on said helmet, hopped on the bike, and sped off, leaving the whole gang in her dust.
"...Man," Kristina muttered, scratching the back of her head. "She's determined to find that boy, huh?"
Pedaling as fast as she can, Chira sped throughout the neighborhood, occasionally asking the friendly neighbors if they seen a blonde-haired boy run around the specific part of the neighborhood.
Unfortunately, almost all of them haven't.
Keyword: almost.
An elderly couple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Gatamo, both recently moving from Spain, spotted the teen not that long ago, saying how fast he was moving and how flustered he looked.
"It was like," Mrs. Gatamo explained, putting her one finger up like 'em old women, "he was caught doing some dirty act with someone else. Someone, I hope, he loved."
It didn't take long before Mr. Gatamo told the teenage girl he ran off in the direction of the school and Chira was at it again, pedaling harder than she done in her entire existence. As the high school loomed ahead, she felt her head feel funny, like someone's trying to get inside of her mind and see what's in it. Arriving at the school with no injuries (swerving was not fun, Chira noted), the teen settled her bike on the ground, not caring if she locks it up or not, and starts walking around the perimeter of the school, looking for the teenage boy. After a few hours, she sat on the curb of the Terry Rd. parking lot, exhausted and sleepy from the looming headache she's having.
Speaking of that headache...
Kristina and Dannika came over, worry completely wrapped around them as Kristina's other friend, Charles, dropped them off at the school, the latter holding a first-aid kit in her hands.
"Goddamn it, Chira!" Kristina cried,running and kneeling next to her, gripping her shoulders hard. "What the fuck were you thinking!? It's almost ten o'clock at night, you doofus!"
True, Chira looked up in the sky, seeing the dark sky loom overhead filled with countless shining stars. And during that time between 1:30 PM and now, she hasn't found the guy, yet. She sighed, looking at Kristina. "...I know." She pushed the teen out of the way. "No need to rub it in on me." Where did he go, anyway?
"...You know," Kristina mumbled, getting up form her kneeling position. "You should've called us so we can help."
"Y-"
"Yeah!" Dannika exclaimed, looking at her with her adorable face of hers. "Don't go out and do that again! Who knows; you might've gotten kidnapped by a bad guy!"
"Alright!" Chira said, raising her hands up in surrender. "Alright. I won't do it again, I promise." She looked at the two, who nod.
"Good," Kristina said, smiling. She looked to her right. "Say, isn't the one you're looking for have blonde hair, by any chance?"
Chira nodded. "Has nothing on other than brown pants and likes to frown, apparently." Huh, why the hell did I say that?
Kristina looked at her, her eyes still looking at her right. "Well, I suppose we still have more time to kill." She walked in the direction she was looking at. "Besides, I'm here all night."
And the search for the mysterious blonde-haired boy continued.
At first, no one made progress since it's the dead of night and the darkness is making everything hard to see, especially with Kristina and her glasses. The others, including Charles, joined in, some betting that this guy's not that hard to find, which went down the toilet. By the time they found access to the roof, Chira and Kristina were hit with a powerful smell of grass and cherry blossoms, which almost made Chira faint from the smell.
"D-Damn," Kristina commented, flipping the hatch open with her one hand while the others covering her nose. "That's way too smelly for me."
Chira was the first one to step foot onto the roof, looking for the source of the sweet smells. Kristina, on the other hand, went back down to call the guys and, for her own reasons, to get away from the sweet smells she calls stenches.
Chira walked all over the roof, looking for the teenage boy, until she spots a person on the edge of the roof, facing Terry Rd. There was a ring of flowers- no, two -sitting next to them, shining with the light form the full moon.
Two flower crowns that was made out of buttercups.
Chira then realized that the person had blonde hair that went to the base of their neck, their skin slick with sweat (from running, Chira theorized) a color of peach-colored color pencils. Their back was hunched, as if they are doing something with their hands, the brown pants tugging at the position they're making.
Smells like cherry blossoms and regret.
Chira, as quiet as she can, walked to the person, her hands twitching to get her hands on those buttercup flower crowns. While she approached, the person seems to not notice, continuing with whatever they're doing.
That was before she hits a raised platform, not seeing due to the dark, and lands face first onto the concrete roof, hard, yelping in surprise and pain.
Down below, Kristina, hearing the yelp, looked up, wondering how on earth did Chira get hurt. "Isn't the roof flat?"
"Naw," Charles answered, looking up as well. "The, uh, roof has a raised platform you have to step up on. I-I assume she didn't see that raise."
Suddenly, a loud thud resonated around the school, making everyone jump on the ground. Kristina looked to her right, and saw a large green vine with red spikes coming out of it blocking the whole street and sidewalk. Looking to her left was the same thing, making everyone trapped.
"C-Crap!" Dannika exclaimed, looking for an exit but found none. "We're trapped!"
Up on the roof, Chira got up, rubbing her head from the fall, groaning. As she looked up, she was greeted by narrowed, pissed off crimson red eyes, making her squeak. She backed off, her scared eyes still on the teen, a scowl present on their face. It's funny, Chira told herself, how this teen looked like puberty has been so mean to them yet they look so mature for their age. Green vines shot out of the ground and made their way up to the roof where they came in all directions, surrounding the teen and Chira with red spikes pointed dangerously at the two.
"...Uh, hi?" Chira said, putting her hand up, which was shaking.
The teen came closer to her, their feet slapping on the floor loudly. Chira could hear her friends struggling on the ground; did they get stuck on the vines, too?
"Uh..." she muttered, feeling intimidated by the teen. "Uh... can I-I-I help you with something?" She shrunk, feeling those cold, hard red orbs on her. Maybe, they'll go away sooner or later...
"...Idiot."
Chira shivered, though it's about 75°F outside since of the weird weather lately. The voice indicated a soft yet cold drawl, low and soprano; an older man underneath a young teenage boy. The scent of cherry blossoms and grass was stronger here, making Chira, once again, almost faint. The red eyes, the girl murmured to herself, actually complement his blonde hair, like... Ben_DROWNED or Link with red eyes.
And that analogy is the perfect piece to go along with the boy's features.
"Huh..." He kept intently staring at her, eyes moving in their sockets. The vines then crawled over to Chira, some of them stopping halfway. His scowl then turned into a smile, a creepy smile.
Have I just found a pedophile? Chira thought, seeing the boy grasp her wrists. Lord, can you get Kristina up here?
"My, what a wo-"
The boy's sentence was cut short as a stray white object slammed into his back, making him fall over, the stray object, a bone, bouncing off of him.
"Mate, what do you think you're doing?"
Chira looked up to see Kristina, standing a few feet from her, her face unreadable. The teen boy got up, spitting blood and looked at the teenage girl.
"Well, I see you found the mysterious boy, Chira!" the teen commented, walking towards him, closing her eyes. "Man, what an accomplishment." Crossing her arms, she opened her eyes, a soft brown reflected from the moonlight. "You know, I can just sit down here and see you bang on my friend here." She eyed Chira, her reaction telling all kinds of obscenities at her. "But, heh, I can't let you do that."
"Wow," the boy muttered, getting up, the vines moving again, his hands clapping slowly and sarcastically. "Spoken like a true martyr for a lost cause." He cackled manically, making Chira freeze in her spot. Kristina was unfazed by this. "Heh, you're just like the Smiley Trashbag, always fighting for a lost cause."
Kristina eyes widened, but quick enough that the boy didn't see. Her frown then turned into a sneer and her eyes went dark. "... Smiley Trashbag, eh?" Her left eye held a glowing purple eye, the atmosphere tingling with a buzzing feeling. She raises her left hand, the hand having a lavender glow. Then...
A thousand bones and one Gaster Blaster appeared behind Kristina, a smile that could've been mistaken for someone else on her face.
"Alright, mate," the teen said, bringing her hand down fast. All of the bones then sailed through the air, slicing whatever is in the way, heading their way towards the boy. "Let's get to the point."
Chira blinked and saw that she's back on the ground, surrounded by her friends, all asking if she's alright. But...
"It's just like that day... that day she became Sans."
~Song: Undertale - Your Best Friend Remix by ThatGoddamnFlowey=)~
The teen was very good at dodging, slipping past the sharpened bones, all of them slamming into the roof with a satisfying crunches and crashes. Kristina summoned more bones, some slamming into the roof to trap the teen, the others sharpened and flying head on at the boy, who dodged it with no effort. A few Gaster Blasters appeared and fired at the teen, who got nicked by one of them.
"Interesting..." he said, holding his bleeding arm. "You're just like that Smiley Trashbag!" A vine rushed towards her, Kristina getting caught in its jab. "The only thing he does is stand there, like a stationary target!" Another one jabs at her, making the girl fly towards the side of the building to the right, creating a dust cloud.
"Kristina!" someone yelled from the ground.
As if on cue, the teen got up from the gaping hole, blood flowing down their arm. A Gaster Blaster materialized in front of her and fired, the light purple beam hitting the boy head on. sending him flying off the roof.
"HAH!" Krisitna exclaimed, getting up despite the growing pain on her left leg due to the impact. "In yo face, biatch!" As she got to the edge of the roof, her smile that was spreading on her face turning into a snarl as the boy was lazily sprawled out under a thicket of green vines, his smirk flashing on his face. His injuries were erased as well, making Kristina pissed.
"...See?" He yelled, the vines growing while the teen got to his feet. Kristina summoned several bones and flung it at him, the vines that brought him forward blocking every one of them. "Even that fucking smiling asshole couldn't beat me!"
Then, it was nothing but vines and bones clashing against each other while the two teens did hand-to-hand combat.
There would be bones crashing onto the roof.
There would be Gaster Blasters ringing in the distance.
There would be vines banging on the roof, creating shock waves that shake the whole school building.
There would be curses thrown at the enemy like bullets from a pistol.
There would be yelps or cries out of pain and fear.
At this time, some people came out of their houses, wondering what the noise was all about. A few called the police, even the FBI, since of the danger, but most of the people were teens, teens that seen or wanted to see what "mysterious powers" Kristina had under those brown eyes.
Then, the tables turned.
See, it was Kristina that everyone saw that was winning the fight, since more of the gasps and shrill cries were coming from a boy, aka teen that could summon lethal vines. Unfortunately, a thin vine shot out of the ground and wrapped around Kristina's neck, tightening the vine. She gasps for air, scraping her hands on the vine.
"Do you think you can beat me?" By now, the boy's face was centimeters away from her face, eyes pure black with the pupils blood red. He almost hauntingly looks like an older Ben_DROWNED.
"...S-Shit," the teenage girl muttered, letting her hands go limp at her sides. The boy sneered, satisfied.
"Well, it appears I don't have to shank you after all," the boy murmured, the vine getting tighter. He throws his head back and cackles, Kristina groaning not at the pain but at the narcissistic character and the obvious laugh.
Dang, did that laughter sounds exactly like Flowey's cackle.
What was one thing Sans never did? Kristina thought, pretending to be on the verge of death just to let the teen know she's almost gone. That one thing...
He never did that one move you did back then.
Kristina suddenly sneered, knowing that he did not do such thing at all, let alone create one that might match such display.
"H-Hey," she croaked, making the boy look at her, his taunting halted. "You never got to see my special attack."
Down below, almost everyone passed out, the passing-out-fest starting around the time the boy got a hold of the girl. Chira and Mika, being the ones still watching, look up on the roof, wondering if the fight's over.
"Let's pray that bitch says that she's fine tomorrow," Chira muttered, getting up from her seat in the grass. "I'm heading home."
Up there, Kristina teleported from the vine, making the boy widen his eyes.
"Mate, there's one thing you don't know about me: I don't think you heard me on the news yet, but I murdered someone doing this." She closed her eyes, her hands behind her. "It's called "Final Smash" due to the move being at least part of a Final Smash hailing from Smash Bros., my game back then." A purple aura surrounded her body and top of head, creating a fantasy anime knight's clothing with a hat that could be from a familiar game character's head, and a red-orange cape with a left wing that clasped it in place. "Well, this is interesting." She stretches her right hand, where a double-edged sword with a blue handle with a glowing star in the middle rested.
"It's Kirby's Ultra Sword Smash from Smash Bros 4."
She said it so... creepily and darkly that the boy took a step back, fear written all over his face. Her eyes open, revealing ice blue eyes, the left glowing a bright blue. She raises the sword, her eyes set on the target.
"All it takes is one slice."
She starts to run at the boy, sword behind her head, her glasses shining from the moonlight, her sneer still flashing. The boy flinched, his eyes widening as the vines stiffen in place.
"Just one slice to KO you."
The boy threw his hand out, sending vines in all directions at the moving person, that sneer plastered on her face. Each vine that got in her way; cut in half. Each vine that tried to jab at her; dodged it. Each curse the boy threw at her; it rolled off of her.
By now, it's 5:30 AM, the time marking it Saturday. Dawn was overhead, the sky turning a dark shade of blue. Mika was the only person who still stood from the original group, Chira leaving the scene a few hours before. As she looked up towards the roof, a ping sound can be heard and all of the people were talking loudly now. Mika, confused, looked around then saw the most beautiful thing on the planet.
A green heart that glowed and pulsated like a beating heart.
Mika knew what this is: a SOUL from Undertale, a SOUL of Kindness, specifically.
"What's this doin- wait, is this my soul?!"
Up on the roof, Kristina done the move and now is beating the living shit out of the teen, who was laughing as he dodges the punches she's throwing.
"My, you can't land a punch, huh?" he taunted, placing his two bare feet on Kristina's chest, making the girl face scrunch up in confusion. Using his hands to lift himself, he kicked her hard, sending her on her back groaning, landing on his feet perfectly. A sneer on his face, he walked up to the girl, who was trying to get up, coughing as she does. Chuckling, he slams his foot down on the girl, a gasp coming from the teen. A vine appeared behind the teen, ready to impale its target.
"F-Fuck," the teen muttered, closing her eyes. The boy sees this as surrender and cackles madly, knowing without a doubt he won.
"Hah, knew you'll never win," he said, smiling. Vines appeared behind him, ready to impale.
"Any last words?"
Kristina knew that it's over, she fucked up, Chira's goanna get raped, and- oh!
"You know, I teach self-defense class."
The boy stopped laughing, including the vines that were dangerously several centimeters away from her torso. His look was one of those looks when someone said something to the other and that someone wanted to ask why that person said that.
"What?"
"I teach kids how to be safe in their communities."
By now, the boy has gotten his face close to Kristina, too close for comfort. "Why should I care at this point?" He draws away from her. "You'll get no sympathy from me!"
"Yeah, but I also say to the kids, 'Get the dude when he's talking; they're vulnerable at that point,' due to his short attention span." She smiled. "And, according to that sentence, you are that dude!"
Something hits the boy on the back making him turn around just to see a bunch of rocks, big and small, hit him like rapid-fire. After several minutes, the dust cloud that formed disappeared, revealing a knocked-out teenage boy, bruises and scrapes covering every inch of his body.
"Heh," Kristina muttered, grinning. "Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet dunked on!"
... And we have reached an end of the first chapter of this series! I hope you have chosen to read the whole thing, not skim and say done, and give your opinion about it and see you in... well, whenever I got the time to upload another one.
Au revoir, my friends.