The Kronkfic

Chapter Six, Part One

it's very bright when you wake up, and you have to squint to see. you're staring up at the sky. it's the kind of day that most people can agree is just perfect. bright blue with cumulus clouds speckled across it. one looks like one of those old-fashioned rotary dial phones. a summer breeze blows past you and you sit up. grass prickles against your bare legs, and you realize you're wearing shorts.

"i hope you had a nice nap, darling," a voice says, and you turn to see bernetta smiling at you. she's wearing a pink sundress and her hair waves freely down to her chest. "are you okay?"

you smile back at her. "yeah, of course, i just had a really weird dream."

"another sex dream about a disney character?" she asks, laughing.

you roll your eyes. "why do they make them all so hot, though?"

bernetta laughs. "who was it this time?" she asks, resting her hand on your arm.

"kronk from emperor's new groove?" you say, wincing.

bernetta laughs again, and you can't help but laugh along. "seriously? kronk? that's so.. random," bernetta says.

"yeah, big oof," you say.

the two of you look at each other for a minute, and she holds your hand. "do you remember when we first met?" she asks. "you came in to the dentist's office during my hours to get a cleaning."

you smile and pull her hair behind her ear. "yeah," you say. "and you put your number in my little dentist's office goody bag when we left."

"what kind of toothpaste did you get?" bernetta asks, looking into your eyes.

"what?" you ask.

"what kind was it?" her face has changed, it looks extremely worried now.

you try to remember, but you can't. "i don't know, why?"

"check your coat pocket," bernetta says.

"i'm not wearing a coat, it's july," you say, getting concerned. "are you alright, love?"

"i'm fine." bernetta says, but she doesn't look it. "you, however, need to wake up."

just like that, she disappears, along with the bright summer sky and the grass and the clouds, and you're in the dark, sitting on a cement floor.

"y/n," a voice says. your mashed potato heart feels warm inside your chest. it's kronk. "you're finally awake!"

dim lights turn on and you see him, standing across the room. you appear to be in a small basement, probably beneath kronk's house. you try to get up to run to him, but your hand holds you back. you look at it and see that it is handcuffed to a thin support beam running from the floor to the ceiling.

"why-" you start.

"you said you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me," kronk says, walking over to you. "and i couldn't bear the thought of you being with other people. now we can be together forever."

you have to admit, it's very romantic. "kronk, you're too sweet," you say.

"i realized that the problem wasn't that you were with other people, it was that i wasn't with you. i love you, y/n," kronk says.

you smile at him. "what other people?" you ask.

"i got jealous, y/n, i'm sorry," kronk says, rubbing your wenis. "please forgive me."

"of course i forgive you," you say. "there isn't anything that i couldn't forgive you for."

"i brought these for you," kronk says, handing you your grape-flavored goggles.

"thank you, kronk," you giggle. he's so thoughtful.

"i have to go, i'll be right back," kronk says, giving you a kiss and walking back up the stairs.

you look at the handcuffs. there's no way you're getting out of those without a key. the only problem is, you have no idea where the key could be, nor do you know what you would do if you had one. you don't know if you would rather stay with kronk or try to escape and leave your beloved kronk behind.

you decide to bide your time by humming "i just can't wait to be king" for three hours straight.

"i'm back!" kronk exclaims, the door to the basement opening and closing. it doesn't seem to be a rather difficult mechanism. in fact, it doesn't seem like there's a lock at all. "how is my favorite little peach?"

you smile at him. "peachy."

you and kronk both laugh really hard at that. you're not like most gender-neutral life forms, you laugh when things are funny.

"so how do i get out of these handcuffs?" you ask, smiling at kronk.

"you don't," he replies, his face grim. he raises his fist. you can hear the impact as the world fades to black again.