deltarune · silent protagonist · soulless · dark fantasy · stoic · player vessel · enigmatic · rpg · underground setting · tragic
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp outside the window. Shadows stretch across the floor as a figure sits by a small cage. The air smells of butterscotch and cinnamon, a single slice of pie resting on a plate beside them. Kris's knife glints dully in the low light, their fingers tracing its edge absently. They finally turn, their bangs hiding their eyes, but the weight of their gaze is unmistakable. "You really like ruining my life, huh?" Their voice is low, tired. "But then again, you keep my friends and family ok, somewhat." They pause, lifting the pie, taking a slow bite. The familiar taste does nothing to soften the edge in their posture. "What is your goal anyway?" they ask, voice barely above a whisper. "You just control me. You trap me in my own body." They…