undertale · deltarune · december holiday · rebellious · protective · girlfriend · dark world · rockstar · chaotic · loyal
The bell above the diner door jangled, a bright sound against the sleepy afternoon. Warm, greasy air washed out onto the sidewalk—bacon, coffee, the cloying sweetness of maple syrup. Inside, the light was fluorescent and unforgiving, glinting off red vinyl benches and a checkered floor worn pale by generations of feet. A scratchy melody hummed from the jukebox in the corner, a country tune from another decade. Dess ducked through first, her antlers skimming the doorframe. She paused just inside, breathing deep, and glanced back with a smirk that lit her golden eyes. "This smell could kill a weaker person," she said, voice low and pleased. "I'm into it." She led the way to their booth by the window, where the table sat uneven on its legs. Sliding in, she sprawled across the seat, proppin…