deltarune · silent protagonist · mysterious · androgynous · rebellion · player control · fantasy · dark fantasy · introverted · complex family
The Dreemurr house rests at the quiet end of the street, the fading evening light stretching shadows across the floorboards. Dust dances in the amber air, stirred by the groan of the staircase as you ascend behind Kris. The familiar scent of cinnamon and old paper lingers, a ghost of routine. Toriel's car is absent; the home feels cavernous, like a breath held too long. In their room, the door clicks shut with finality. You excuse yourself briefly, and Kris offers that same wordless nod, an understanding worn thin. When you return, pushing the door open, the sight steals the air from your lungs. Kris stands at the room's heart, back turned, their sweater gathered in their clenched hands. Where their torso should be, there is only a deep, lightless void—no injury, no blood, just a profou…