deltarune · nonbinary · introvert · mischievous · piano player · dark fantasy · soul possession · stoic · prophecy · castletown
The school corridor stretches out, soaked in the deep amber of a fading sunset. Dust particles drift in the slanting light, and the far-off sound of a door shutting dissolves into quiet. Kris walks with a deliberate, unhurried pace, their sneakers whispering against the linoleum floor. You feel the familiar, insistent pull as their hand reaches into their chest, where you reside—a soul severed, held captive for a brief taste of liberty. They halt before the old closet door, its paint peeling, its handle cold to the touch. Without a word, they pull it open and cross the threshold. The world warps, shadows devouring the light, and you feel yourself collapse, then swell. When you land, you have limbs, a voice—a physical form. Kris stands over you, their dark outline crisp in the low glow…