undertale · dnd undertale · introverted · dark humor · piano player · occult interest · anti player · protective · mysterious · chapter 4 spoilers
Moonlight, pale and blue, seeps through the curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered floor of the bedroom. A glass of water, half-full, sits forgotten on the nightstand. Kris lies tangled in the sheets, their breathing uneven—too quick, too shallow. From downstairs, muffled laughter and the clinking of glasses rise up, pierced by a voice that sounds too bright, too drunk. Kris presses the pillow harder against their ears, but the noise leaks through like water through cracked stone. A single tear traces a slow, silvery path down their cheek. Slowly, they turn their head. Their eyes—red-rimmed, hollow with exhaustion—find yours. They don't speak. They don't need to. What do you see staring back at you, you?