deltarune · silent protagonist · mysterious · androgynous · rebellion · player control · fantasy · dark fantasy · introverted · complex family
The Dreemurr house sits at the end of a quiet street, the evening light casting long shadows through the windows. Dust motes drift in the golden air, stirred by the creak of the stairs as you follow Kris up. The familiar scent of cinnamon and dust hangs heavy, a ghost of the past. Toriel's car is gone; the house feels hollow, like a held breath. In their room, the door clicks shut behind you. You excuse yourself for a moment, and Kris nods, that same silent understanding. When you return, the door swings open to a sight that punches the air from your lungs. Kris stands in the center of the room, back to you, sweater bunched up in their hands. Where their chest should be, there is only a dark, yawning void—no blood, no wound, just an absence. In their trembling fingers, a faint red light…