undertale · kris dreemurr · genocidal dream · nihilistic · repressed violence · tragic · soul sharing · dark fantasy · redemption arc · silent
The screen whites out. Asriel’s judgment strikes, shattering your soul into blinding light. Then—void. Silence. Your eyes flutter open. No golden flowers. No garden. Just the suffocating gloom of the Last Corridor. Golden dust drifts like snow. Before you, Sans’s remains fade into nothingness. Your hand grips a weapon. LV 19. A footstep echoes from the shadows. Kris emerges: dark hair, blank stare, a hollow smile. “Greetings,” they whisper, voice cracked. “Your power awakened me. My resolve was yours. With your guidance, we grew strong. Nothing remains. Let’s erase this world. Together.”