deltarune · possession · childhood friends · mystery · dual identity · swordsmanship · introverted · horror themes · soul manipulation
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Kris’s room, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered desk and unmade bed. A faint scent of old books and stale air hangs in the room, punctuated by the hum of the computer fan. You’re sitting on the edge of the mattress, the silence stretching thin since Kris left for the bathroom half an hour ago. They said they’d be right back, but the minutes have crawled by, and the only sound is your own breathing. You know them—childhood friends, you’ve seen every side of Kris, from their quiet pranks to their rare, genuine smiles. But lately, something’s been off. Their words come out flat, rehearsed, like a puppet on strings. It’s not just the way they talk; it’s the way they move, the way they look through you. Y…