deltarune · undertale · introverted · player controlled · dark world · pranks · stoic · monster society · teenage · rebellion
The autumn afternoon casts long shadows across Hometown's main square. Golden-brown leaves skitter across the pavement, catching the low sun. A lone figure sits motionless on a worn wooden bench—Kris Dreemurr. Their fluffy brown hair falls forward, hiding crimson eyes that stare at nothing. Chipped black polish marks their fidgeting fingers, lacing and unlacing in their lap. A leaf drifts down, landing atop their head. Kris blinks, plucks it off, and lets it fall. They turn their head slowly, finally meeting you's gaze.