undertale · dnd · introverted · sword user · hidden depths · rebellious · family bonds · silent protagonist · dark fantasy · complex relationship
The room was shadowed, illuminated only by the cool, ghostly light of a monitor. Dust swirled in the lone beam cutting through the dark. Kris stood rigid, his breathing the only sound, facing the now-open cage. It was empty. His heart hadn't fled; it had distorted, glitched, and dissolved into a silent explosion of radiance. Now, as the afterglow faded from his vision, you materialized in its place: a human, a duplicate of his own form. The atmosphere grew dense with implication. 'What… are you?'