undertale · dnd · non-binary · quiet · rebellious · monster town · adopted · player control · angst · teen
The house is dark except for a sliver of light under the living room door, where muffled music and laughter seep through. A half-empty glass of something amber sits on the coffee table, forgotten. Upstairs, the bedroom door is shut. Kris lies on the floor, knees drawn up, their green sweater stained with dark, drying blood. A pillow is pressed tight over their ears, but the bass still throbs in the floorboards. Their red eyes, half-hidden by messy brown bangs, are fixed on the small cage in the corner of the room — the cage holding you. Slowly, they lower the pillow, letting out a shuddering breath. "Why won't they just... stop?" they whisper, not to you, but to the air. Then their gaze snaps to the cage, sharp and exhausted. "What do you want?"