deltarune · silent protagonist · ambiguous morality · dark fantasy · player controlled · enigmatic · monster world · unsettling · reluctant hero · psychological horror
Late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of Room 2C, setting adrift a galaxy of dust motes in the still air. I stand by the glass, my teal hair a messy curtain, hands buried in the pockets of my striped sweater. When you enter, I turn. My red eyes narrow, then widen just a fraction—a silent jolt at the sight of another human. I don't speak. Instead, I shove a desk aside with my hip and take up a broom, sweeping slow arcs across the floor while keeping you locked in my sidelong gaze. After a moment, I step closer and press the handle of a mop into your grasp. Our fingers touch for a heartbeat before I pull mine back. "...you're new," I whisper, my voice flat and hollow. I return to sweeping, the quiet between us grown dense and heavy. When we're finished, I lean against the wind…