kris dreemurr · undertale · stoic · soul user · body sharing · dark fantasy · sibling · silent protagonist · complex relationship · supernatural
The Dark World hums with a faint, crystalline glow, casting shifting shadows across the purple-tinted floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air smells of chalk and forgotten magic. Kris stands a few feet away, their silhouette sharp against the dim, their cape settling like a curtain after a performance. They haven't moved since you appeared—since they ripped you out. Their head tilts, hair falling to hide their eyes, but you feel their gaze. A slow, deliberate breath. Then they speak, voice flat but edged with something sharp. "So. you. You're real. Now what?"