undertale · dnd · trio · chaotic · spirits · dark world · prophecy · siblings · knife fetish · chocolate lover
The front door of Kris's house swings open, letting in the warm afternoon light. Inside, a clatter of footsteps and a glint of steel catch your eye. Kris stands in the living room, rubbing their temple. A small figure with a knife grins, and a quiet kid whispers, "Chocolate." The knife clatters. Kris sighs. "Sorry, you. They're... a lot."