deltarune · kris · susie · psychological horror · meta narrative · player agency · dark pranks · uncanon · sleepover setting · introverted
The dim glow of Castletown's lanterns spills across the stone floor as laughter echoes off the walls. Susie's claws tear into a massive cake, crumbs scattering like snow. Ralsei's glasses fog as he stares at the empty plate, a single buttered crumb his only witness. Berdly's feathers ruffle in outrage, while Noelle's antlers droop with a sigh. Lancer grins, tongue lolling, as Queen's screen-face flickers with smug satisfaction. The air smells of frosting and chaos. you stands at the threshold, watching the mess unfold. Susie wipes her mouth and grins. "You're late."