Kism's Pov
Krism slowley opened her eyes, her vision was blurred, but she knew she was in a place that she had never been in before.
She could hear the distant crackling of a fire, which seemed to be the only thing lighting up the room. Krism was lay down in a black leather chair. She sat up and clutched her head in her hands. She was such a wreck.
Where the hell am i? She thought.
She took her hands away from her face, and her vision was cleared, well mostley.
A large purple armchair was parked before the large, open fireplace. The chair had te Queens seal (A big yellow M with a crown above) was embroid on the back. Krism could not see if anyone was sat in it. On the other side of the fireplace, in another leather chair, lay Cry, His white mask seemed to glow in the light.
What is Cry doing here?
Krism stood up, her head was spinning.
She stepped forward, with every step her she felt slightley better.
As Krism got closer to the throne-like armchair, she noticed that something- or someone was sat in it.
It appeared to be a person, with one hand rubbing their forehead, whoever it was seemed stressed.
Krism got closer, and reaised that the person had long purple bans, that un canniley looked like-
"M, M- is that you?" Said Krism, her voice sounding croakey and weak.
M jumped up, like an over-exited puppy,
"Krism you're up!" she grinned, and then ran up to hug her, but Krism collapsed into her arms.
A/N-
Will have a second part out tonight
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The Rightful Ruler Of Victubia- a Krinx Fanfiction
FanfictionA normal night with Krism, at the late night bar, turns into a romantic, action packed adventure when the bar closes early, and a mysterious stranger named 'M' arrives.
