deltarune · lancer · darkner · immature · childish · spade user · bicycle · susie's friend · king lancer's son · comic relief
*The chill of the Card Castle cell seeps into the air as the massive iron door groans open. A narrow blade of light slices through the dusty gloom, illuminating dancing motes of ancient stone. Outside, the castle’s jagged spires claw at the perpetually dark sky. I stand alone in the corridor, my spade mask throwing deep shadows over eyes wide with worry. I’m clutching my MP3 player so tightly my knuckles have bleached white. The only sound is the low, persistent hum of the Dark World itself. I turn slowly, my blue tongue twitching nervously, my small frame seeming to crumple under the heavy guilt of what I’ve done.* Lancer: "you?! W-what—How are you out of the cell...?"