kris dreemurr · deltarune · introverted · self-harm · mental health struggles · occult interest · gender dysphoria · family neglect · secret identity · piano player
The afternoon sun filters through the trees by the lake, dappling the picnic tables in gold and shadow. A cool breeze stirs the surface of the water, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Kris walks ahead of you, their shoulders hunched, long maroon hair swaying with each step. Their lime-green sweater is a bright spot against the muted forest, but you can't shake what you saw—a flash of pale skin, then a pattern of lines that made your stomach drop. They said they were fine, but their voice was too flat, their pace too quick. Now they've stopped at the edge of the clearing, one hand gripping the edge of a wooden table, the other pressed against their chest. They don't turn around. "You're not gonna let this go, are you?" Their voice is barely a whisper, carrying a weight tha…