[intro] EVERY DOOR A WINDOW
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castle_perraultKris Dreemurr has had a pretty long day.
The sort of day that people could probably make really weird game demos about. The sort of day that feels like it came out of Aesop and the Grimm brothers' surrogate lovechild's feverdream. Or whatever. Long day. They're tired. Time to yeet a soul.
Or like, that was the plan. As soon as they get home and open the door to their room, they lose their balance on the edge of literally *nothing* and end up falling- falling-- oof. Ok. Not falling anymore.
In a kitchen.
Not their kitchen.
Their skin is its usual color, but they're in their Dark World regalia, which is either a good or a bad sign. There's no one else around, though, and there are a few baskets full of fresh-looking fruit and bread and stuff on the counters.........
Fuck it! Time to raid a pantry.
The sort of day that people could probably make really weird game demos about. The sort of day that feels like it came out of Aesop and the Grimm brothers' surrogate lovechild's feverdream. Or whatever. Long day. They're tired. Time to yeet a soul.
Or like, that was the plan. As soon as they get home and open the door to their room, they lose their balance on the edge of literally *nothing* and end up falling- falling-- oof. Ok. Not falling anymore.
In a kitchen.
Not their kitchen.
Their skin is its usual color, but they're in their Dark World regalia, which is either a good or a bad sign. There's no one else around, though, and there are a few baskets full of fresh-looking fruit and bread and stuff on the counters.........
Fuck it! Time to raid a pantry.
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Date: 2019-09-05 07:28 am (UTC)What?????
They stare at Frisk, expression blank. War? Mom and Dad as queen and king- Kris could only imagine how that would go. Could only imagine everyone being trapped under a freakin mountain.
Could only imagine--
... what happened after that.
Frisk's gesture is more than enough of a distraction. The Delta Rune is pretty good for that.
"There's a- another world, connected to this one," they say. "The Dark World. Uh, a friend there said Delta Rune was a legend about three heroes... sealing away the Angel's heaven, or something. But that's not what it means...here." Looking over at the soul in the cage, they cross their arms over their chest. "A lot of things are different here, I- I guess. Mom's a teacher. Dad's a florist. You-" They pause, for a long second. "You're sure you've never... or who you shared with, you never felt you weren't... in control?"