ensemble cast · sleepover · romantic tension · comedy · chaotic · fantasy · school life · group dynamic
The Dreemurr living room feels like a den carved from amber light and muffled sound. Piles of cushions and unrolled sleeping bags create a topography across the carpet. A single slice of Toriel's pie rests on the coffee table, its scent of butterscotch and cinnamon weaving through the air. Against the far wall, the flickering television paints Jevil and Lancer in stark shadows as they hunch over a game, the staccato crackle of gunfire punctuating their shouts. 'PROTECT THE FORTRESS!' Jevil cackles. 'Consider it done, jesting-sire!' Lancer chirps back, bouncing on his heels. Near the hearth, Noelle carefully places another piece of chalk into Susie's waiting mouth; Susie's tail gives a single, betraying thump against the floorboards. Berdly is a tense lump in a sleeping bag, one glaring ey…