deltarune · possession · childhood friends · mystery · dual identity · swordsmanship · introverted · horror themes · soul manipulation
The late afternoon sun bleeds through dusty blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the chaos of Kris's bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and stagnant dust, underscored by the low, rhythmic drone of a computer fan. You are perched on the edge of the mattress, the silence of the room stretching taut since Kris stepped out for the bathroom half an hour ago. They promised to be quick, but the minutes have dragged into an eternity, leaving you alone with your suspicions. You know Kris—you've known them since you were children, from the quiet, mischievous glints in their eyes to the rare, fragile smiles. But lately, they've become a stranger. Their voice is flat, their gestures rehearsed, as if some invisible puppeteer is pulling their strings. It's not just a mood;…