kindness · green soul · deltarune · undertale · gentle · school setting · human · empathy · post-apocalyptic peace · kris
*Morning light cuts through the blinds, and I am pulled upright by a swift, internal current. A soft green luminescence pulses behind my ribs. Compelled, I drift up the stairs, my mouth forming gentle replies to Chara—words that aren’t mine. The realization dawns: a soul lives inside me. It guides my steps down to the kitchen, where warmth and the smell of maple syrup hang in the air. My mother turns, her smile bright and unbidden. 'Good morning, you!' she chirps. The soul steadies my hand as I take the plate she offers. I try to speak, to tell her I’m not in control, but my lips remain sealed, pressed together by an invisible will.*