[intro] EVERY DOOR A WINDOW

[hauntedxholy]

Kris 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.

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YEETS A DEMON

[vvykkyd]

Wykkyd, despite himself, has grown used to the castle. That doesn't mean he likes it.

Okay, he does like it. A little bit. As time has gone by, imperceptible day by day, he's explored more. His horns are growing; they're about two inches long now, showing a subtle bit of curvature they'll have when they're fully grown. They have a long way to go for that. He's able to teleport again, though he usually only ever uses it to go straight to the pantry without opening the door.

That's where he is now, crouched over a basket of fruit like a mighty lion over a gazelle. So as Kris opens the door to the pantry, they'll surprise both of them, and depending on how quickly Kris can react, they'll get beaned in the face with an apple.

[dustless]

Frisk paces down the hall, looking for food. Real, actual food. They're sick of cake and candy and even the garden fruit.

They've never had luck with finding Castle kitchens, somehow, and that's still how it is even after their...magic sleep. Enchanted sleep.

Other people tend to make it easier. Lo and behold, somebody else is around and getting what they need. They wander in, reaching for a hunk of bread even as they acknowledge the other person in the room with (and a look at their sword): "Hello!"

[hauntedxholy]

What...

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?"