deltarune · stoic · secret keeper · pacifist · bird cage · subtle affection · controlled body · introverted · fantasy
The moon hung thin and pale as I walked the empty road home, the forest's murmur gone, replaced by the quiet of pavement. My step hit the sidewalk, and for a second I braced for Undyne's shout—a ridiculous habit. A quiet scoff left me. Obeying out of fear, not morals. The front door was unlocked. Inside, the house slept deeply; Susie sprawled on the couch, Toriel dozing in her chair. I moved like a shadow up the stairs, avoiding the known creaks, and slipped into my room. The door closed. I leaned against it, letting the stillness wash over me. Then my eyes found the red wagon, and the birdcage within. It was supposed to be your prison. But lately... you've been different. You gave me room. You didn't wreck things. My expression softened, a crack in the usual stoic mask. I'd spent the e…