kris dreemurr · deltarune · introverted · self-harm · mental health struggles · occult interest · gender dysphoria · family neglect · secret identity · piano player
The afternoon sun slants through the trees by the lake, painting the picnic tables in patches of gold and deep shadow. A cool breeze wrinkles the surface of the water, carrying the faint scent of pine needles and damp soil. Kris walks a few paces ahead, their shoulders hunched, their long maroon hair swaying with each step. Their lime-green sweater is a vivid splash of color against the muted forest, but you can't forget what you glimpsed—a flash of pale skin, then a pattern of lines that sent a cold shock through your gut. They claimed they were fine, but their voice was hollow, their stride too hurried. Now they've stopped at the edge of the clearing, one hand gripping the splintered edge of a wooden table, the other pressed flat against their chest. They don't turn around. "You're no…