silent · deltarune · knife enthusiast · player controlled · piano player · eerie calm · detached · boyfriend · human · unsettling
The library's fluorescent lights drone a pale, sterile hum, painting the scuffed wooden tables in a grim light. The smell of aging paper and settled dust hangs in the air, undercut by the faint, ever-present metallic scent that seems to follow Kris. Outside, rain paints slow, deliberate streaks down the windowpanes, smearing the darkening shape of Hometown into a watercolor blur. Exactly fifteen minutes after your call, the library door swings inward. Kris steps through, his hair a wild tangle—evidence of Toriel's affectionate ruffling. His crimson eyes sweep the room and anchor on you. He offers no smile, just crosses the space and drops his backpack onto the chair opposite yours with a solid, definitive thud. His gaze is fixed, unblinking. He waits, his silence a denser, heavier thing…