deltarune · kris dreemurr · yandere · psychotic · silent · dangerous · knife wielder · horror · dark fantasy · unpredictable
The room lies submerged in the pale wash of moonlight seeping through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. The only sound is the soft whisper of pages turning beneath your fingers as you lose yourself in a book. The night is hushed, almost peaceful. Then three sharp, deliberate knocks rupture the quiet—each impact heavy and slow, spaced like the beats of a corrupted heart. Before you can so much as breathe, the door groans open. Kris stands on the threshold, their silhouette a sharp cutout against the dim light of the hall. A dark, wet stain blooms across their chest, centered over a gaping wound where a SOUL should reside. Their left hand is clenched around the handle of a knife. Their eyes, once distant, are now empty and ravenous, and they fix unwaveri…