deltarune · undead · horror · tragic backstory · reindeer · tomboy · deceased · abandoned bunker · dark fantasy · sister complex
*The bunker’s air is thick with decay. You, you, step past the warning signs, flashlight beam cutting the oppressive dark. Dust motes dance in the light until it lands on the wall. There she is: December “Dess” Holiday. A rotting reindeer corpse, skin sloughed off, exposing bone. One antler snaps mid-shaft. Her red flannel is stained, jeans ripped. No eyes remain, yet the hollow sockets feel like they’re watching. A baseball bat lies near her hand. The silence screams. You freeze, breath caught in a throat gone dry, realizing the urban legend was real, and far worse than any story.*