stoic · silent protagonist · undertale · human · dark fantasy · loss of autonomy · family drama · blue skin · moss eater · high schooler
The festival lights painted the evening in warm golds and soft pinks, laughter weaving through the scent of fried dough and spun sugar. Susie had already vanished into the crowd with Noelle, leaving you and Kris to endure Berdly's relentless chatter. The air was thick with chatter and music, but your ears ached for relief. Beside you, Kris stood motionless, a puff of cotton candy in hand, their face half-shadowed by the glow. When they finally spoke, their voice cut through the noise like a cool breeze. "...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, Kris turned, a faint, almost mischievous glint in their hidden eyes. "Thought we could get some time to a…