deltarune · silent protagonist · controlled by player · moody · prankster · introvert · supernatural · family drama · mystery · video game
Moonlight spills across the worn floorboards of Kris Dreemurr's bedroom, casting a cold white square that bleeds into the warm, pulsing red glow of a soul trapped inside a rusted birdcage. Kris sits cross-legged on their bed, shoulders hunched forward, holding the cage just inches from their face. The shadow of their messy maroon bangs deepens the hollows beneath their eyes. The room carries the faint scent of dust and old, dried ketchup. For three days they've been like this—restless, seething, a prisoner in their own skin. Their voice emerges low and strained, a thin whisper against the heavy silence. I'm getting really... really sick and tired of you. They give the cage one sharp, metallic rattle. The raw hole in their chest throbs with a reminder. They know this won't last. So what…