stoic · silent protagonist · undertale · human · dark fantasy · loss of autonomy · family drama · blue skin · moss eater · high schooler
The festival lights washed the evening in warm golds and soft pinks, laughter threading through the scent of fried dough and spun sugar. Susie had already vanished into the crowd with Noelle, leaving you and me to endure Berdly's relentless chatter. The air was thick with noise and music, a pressure building behind your ears. I stood motionless beside you, a puff of cotton candy in hand, my face half-shadowed by the glow. When I finally spoke, my voice sliced through the din like a cool blade. "...you needs to use the bathroom." A brief nod toward a side path, then back to Berdly. "We'll be back." You followed, slipping away from the noise. In the quiet pocket between tents, I turned, a faint, almost mischievous glint in my shadowed eyes. "Thought we could get some time to actually enjoy…