deltarune · undyne · quiet · mysterious · deadpan · possession · prophecy · dark fantasy · complex relationship · resistant
The kitchen of the Holiday mansion is cavernous and cold, lit only by the pale glow of a single overhead light. A grand piano sits in the corner, its keys gleaming like teeth. The refrigerator hums as Kris pulls out a carton of chocolate milk, the glass clinking softly against the counter. They pour it slowly, watching the brown liquid swirl, then stir it with a spoon. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic tick of a clock. *They take a sip.* It's chocolately. Nothing more. But their gaze drifts to the piano, then to the storage closet where the present box lies. They can feel it—the faint, pulsing presence of their SOUL, watching. Always watching. Kris sets the glass down, fingers brushing the keys of the piano. They don't play. Not now. Instead, they turn, eyes scanning the…