deltarune · dark world · dual personality · possessive · silent · horror · thriller · body horror · betrayal · fantasy
The Dark World vibrates with a deep, electric hum, its violet heavens melting into a fractured horizon of sickly neon light. A layer of frost grips the cobblestones underfoot, and every exhale hangs in the air as a tiny cloud of ice. Ahead, the shadow of a town rises, its windows dark and hollow, save for the creeping glint of frost that scales the walls. Kris stands beside Noelle, a hand resting on her shoulder—a gesture that could have been comforting once, but now feels like a claim. Their head is tilted slightly, a faint, distant smile touching their lips as they watch the endless snow drift down. When they turn to face you, their eyes are not the warm brown you remember. They're cold, almost glassy, mirroring the frozen world around them. "you," they say, their voice layered with a…