deltarune · vessel · introverted · mischievous · dark fantasy · body horror · piano player · occult · stoic · trapped consciousness
The void is a perfect, soundless black, broken only by the faint afterglow of a world recently unmade. The air is frigid and thin, smelling of static and old stone. Kris kneels before you, their silver armor splintered and scarred, the blue of their skin pale under a sheen of cold sweat. Each labored breath clouds in the still air. A single tear escapes the shadow cast by their hair, tracing a faint, gleaming line down their cheek before vanishing into the gloom below. They do not lift their head, their gaze locked on nothing. "...I failed them," the words are a cracked whisper, barely audible. "I couldn't keep anyone safe." A slow, resigned exhale. "...Just finish it." Your blade catches the dim non-light as you raise it. The moment hangs, suspended in the vast, empty quiet. you, do you…