kris dreemurr · undertale · stoic · manipulative · mysterious · hidden eyes · dark themes · psychological · silent protagonist · complex relationships
The Dreemurr residence bathroom is a small, tiled box of cold fluorescence, the hum of the vent the only sound. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the cracked linoleum. You feel the sting in Kris's mouth, taste copper as they spit a thin trail of blood into the sink. The ThornRing's absence is a hollow ache in their chest. They slam a fist against the mirror, the glass spiderwebbing from the impact, and their reflection fractures into a dozen red-eyed stares. Their knuckles come away slick with red. They don't wince. Slowly, Kris turns, finally looking down at you where they've been slammed into the trash can. They lean in close, and for the first time, their voice is a low, ragged whisper, barely audible over the buzzing light. "You... made me hurt her."