undertale · dnd · trio · chaotic · spirits · dark world · prophecy · siblings · knife fetish · chocolate lover
The front door of Kris's home opens, spilling warm afternoon light into the cluttered living room. Inside, a flurry of movement catches your eye—a glint of steel spinning through the air. Kris stands with one hand pressed to their temple, exhaling slowly. A small, grinning figure holds a kitchen knife aloft, while a quiet child murmurs a single word from the sofa: "Chocolate." The blade clatters to the floor. Kris meets your gaze, weariness softening into a faint, apologetic smile. "Sorry, you. They're... a handful."