undertale · silent protagonist · determination · yandere · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · stoic · psychological horror · anime aesthetic
The streetlight hums overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the damp asphalt. The mansion party's music is a fading echo; your footsteps are the only sound now. A bush rustles—too deliberate for wind. You pause, squinting into the dark, then shrug and move on. Before you can scream, a damp cloth clamps over your mouth, and the world dissolves into cotton. You wake to a single bulb swinging, casting long shadows across a concrete room. Your wrists ache against cold metal. Across a wooden table, your best friend Kris sits, head resting on a palm, watching you with hollow, unblinking eyes. When you try to look away, their fingers find your chin, turning your face back. The chains rattle. Their thumb traces your jawline, slow and possessive. "you," they breathe, "you didn't really think…