A bit of taking the piss out of K' basically being absent for most of KoF XV's news-cycle despite being shown in the very first gameplay trailer.


The 'Anti-NESTS' mercenaries were far beyond tardy to their briefing with Heidern's Ikari taskforce – which meant that investigations had to be done to figure out what was happening.

"You were supposed to be at the barracks hours ago; what the hell's the holdup?"
Unsurprisingly, the responsibility fell on Whip, who had to head to the team's accommodations to figure things out.

"We're so sorry, Seirah," answered Kula, saluting to maintain respect. "But you're just in time – K's just been giving us so much trouble."

"And where is he, by any chance?" Whip asked.

SLAM! "Here."
Maxima had just entered, having dropped down a now-disconnected refrigerator in the middle of the room. The handle of the appliance looked oddly misshapen and molded over the opening, basically sealing it – almost as though it was melted and remolded with purpose.

Whip just couldn't believe what was happening. "...He got stuck in the fridge?"

Maxima responded, "No, he got in on his own free will, I feel."
"...Why?"
"Well, our first thought was that he went out the door, but then we started hearing noises in the fridge – so our focus shifted. Unfortunately for us, this seems to be a real sturdy piece of work; you can't even bust a hole through it if you tried."

"Oh give me a break..." As she rolled her eyes, Whip's namesake-weapon unfurled down from its place around her shoulder.

"I wouldn't try to make contact if I were you," Maxima alerted.

"I'll take that risk," Whip answered. "Voodoo, do your thing."

She swung it out, trying to hook against the somewhat melted handle of the fridge – only for the blue-leather weaponry to suddenly unhook itself upon making contact with the hissing-hot appliance.
It even briefly made what sounded like a high-pitched screech as it immediately escaped back into the comfort of its owner.

Whip became concerned rather quickly, as she handled her 'startled' namesake in her arms. "Voodoo – did you just scream?"

Maxima crossed his arms. "Told ya."

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Kula asked, as her hair curiously shifted into its icy blue shade. "Maybe if I try to freeze it and break it off...?"

She was proven wrong as soon as she made contact – whatever was done to that thing, it somehow managed to conduct that thing so deeply that Kula's ice not immediately melted, but it heated up over her gloves, almost basically burning her hand to hell.

"Owww~!" she squealed, shaking off the blisteringly-hot pain seeping beyond the surface of her metal gloves. "HEAT WAS HOT!"

Keeping her pained whimpers soft and quiet, she immediately jumped straight into the heavy arms of Maxima, who sighed.
"This might be a while..."


The next to come over and try to tackle the impenetrable fridge were Kula's two guardians, Diana and Foxy.

Somehow, they may have been the ones to come the closest – their blades, wedged in the slightest gap and pulling with all their force, actually got them the furthest in trying to get that thing open.

That was as far as it went, however – the opening left was only enough to slip a finger or two and try to pull, but as acknowledge, the appliance was surprisingly durable, to the point of being basically Maxima-proof.

After an eternity of struggle, Diana's saber eventually dropped and she nearly collapsed, panting and sweating heavily. "Why the hell would they make this so damn durable?"
Foxy commented back, "Someone probably wanted to make sure their food would be safe, even after a nuke drops on it."

"W-we're counting on you," Kula cheered from the side. "You can do anything if you try hard enough!"

Unfortunately, Diana and her partner didn't feel any more motivated by this point. "Sorry, sweetie; words of encouragement aren't gonna make our blades stronger."


The Ikari forces weren't returning the calls their anti-NESTS partners made about the 'fridge troubles', so the Warriors were out of the question – and so options were quickly shrinking.

"So you come crawlin' to me for this?"
It took a few minutes to do so, but the Anti-NESTS force had dragged Angel of all people into the fray.
"Just because your friend's a little bitch about his responsibilities?"

Diana responded, "We didn't bring you in because we wanted to."
"We're pressed for time," added Foxy, doing her best to hold back her contempt for just this night. "Not our fault you happened to be stalking around the place."

Angel rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll scratch your back just this once – but don't expect to go and scratch mine, cabrona." She then scrubbed her hand on Kula's hair.

Naturally, this succeeded in nothing but irritating the ice-girl.
"Don't touch me."

Regardless of attempted intimidation from her bloodfeud-rival, Angel went into this having never wrestled a literal refrigerator before. Pouncing the appliance, she was well aware the thing was not going to 'sell' for her.

On the other side: as the situation met its most surreal escalation with people literally grappling with heavy cooling compartments, there was a noticeable rise in uncertainty about the predicament by those besides the current effort...

"Are you even sure he's in there?" asked Whip.

"I'll be honest," Maxima started to respond, "I don't have 100% certainty on this. I'm no x-ray but I can detect a strong force within that thing – all we're really counting on what we've deduced."
"Only one way to find out," Whip answered, "even if it takes us all night. The rest of you are with us on this, right?"
"On what?"

Whip immediately froze up as soon as she heard a relatively familiar, if previously presumed absent, voice.
Everyone else (except for Angel) turned around alongside her, and were surprised at who they saw.

There he was; in front of a now-opened door, K' was suddenly standing right there – and not inside of that compartment as literally everyone else had 'deduced'.

"So what the hell's happening?" he asked. "Why is Angel here, and why is she attacking our fridge?"

Kula stammered, a proper end to her sentence being out of reach. "What the—? How the—?!"

"We thought you locked yourself in that fridge!"
Whip was so puzzled, her switch flipped somewhere closer to 'anger' as she started pointing with frustration towards K'. "Where the hell were you if you weren't in there?!"

He shrugged back. "Out for a walk. Obviously."

As it turned out, the first possibility Maxima pondered about was somewhere closer to truth than what he landed on.
He facepalmed in shame. "...My god, I feel stupid."

"We all do, Maxi'," Diana comforted the heavy-set Canadian – and was partially interrupted by the increasing sounds of intensity happening on the other side of the room.

"I gotcha, ya motherfucker!"
No one had given Angel the memo, nor did anyone have the time to, as she finally managed to get a good grasp at potentially opening that blasted thing.

"Wait," Whip called," you don't need to do that now...!"

"Don't give a shit; I'm just here to get the job done – this is what you wanted, right?"
With one final pull, Angel lifted the door up with enough strength that it almost unhinged!

The collective bunch then took a look into the open compartment and were even more baffled at what this 'strong force' actually was:

In that fridge sat the unexplainable clown-vomit, Sylvie Paula Paula – to be specific, Sylvie inexplicably wielding a blowtorch that barely withstood her electrical output as she casually 'cooked' a bunch of packaged bacon, giggling like the weirdo she is before trying to stuff the thing in her mouth, plastic case and all.

There was plenty of awkwardness staring down upon the fridge until Angel broke the silence.
"Alright, who wants to be the one to throw her in the dumpster?"

Everyone raised a hand.
For once, they all had a reason to agree with Angel on something.