your choices don't matter.

( ind. pri. sel. kris of deltarune. not spoiler-free. likely to diverge. )

[kriscaged-blog]

mightyaxe‌:

@kriscaged ❤’d  !

 It would be an understatement to say that Susie was socially inexperienced. Ever since kindergarten most stayed clear of her but now she was put in entirely new situation. She had the potential of having a friend and hopefully not fucking it up. How could she? The monster was at a total loss though she tried to remain cool in front of Kris.

 Her usual gruff but laid-back voice rang out abruptly. “.. Sooo we’re hanging out, I guess.” Claws nervously combed through her her. “Is there something you want to do?” They were the one that called her in the first place. Surly Kris had something in mind…

susie’s just as baffled as they are, it seems. kris can’t help a half-smile curl one corner of their mouth upward. they like susie, actually, even though they felt they were forced into a friendship with her. well, now their soul is secure in a cage, so they can do what they wish... and they wish to have fun.

* there was that big rainstorm this morning, remember?

* if you like woodsy stuff, we can go hunt for frogs!

[kriscaged-blog]

Would you prefer I experience this world through another vessel? Managed Susie, for a while

* ...

try as they might, kris can’t respond. they’ve been shackled, near-literally.

[kriscaged-blog]

You should make more friends. It gets boring to have the same "Oh I barely know you" conversation over and over.

* you should shut up. it gets boring to hear you drone on and on.

[kriscaged-blog]

I know what happens to your brother in the other timeline. The one where most of everyone is happier.

* as if i care.

why should they worry about other timelines? this one is what matters. and they won’t let this obnoxious voice take it from them. their voice, croaky with disuse, congeals and goes cold.

* what could’ve been is a waste.

[kriscaged-blog]

Do you think you could have made it to The Fountain on your own? With Susie and Ralsei still with you, of course. You know what I’m referring to.

disgust, PALPABLE disgust hangs in the air and on kris’s visible features. though they cannot feel it themself, it is evident in their very breath. emotions are hard to get rid of completely without LV involved.

do they think they could have made it? of fucking course they do. they would not have been so sugar-sweet to ralsei, whom they trust little-- they would not have been all that nice. but they would have sought pacifism the best they could, for even in some crazy dream world, nobody deserves to die just so escape is possible for one bitter human.

and they’re not STUPID. if they needed to, they would be nice, in accordance with their ACTs. but that is all they would do. what was needed. they look at a fixed point in the distance, rusty red eye gleaming dangerously.

* yes.

that seems to be all you’re going to get, great power.

[thelostmoongazer]

sup bitches im here to reclaim my “unnessecary-angst-comics-of-the-most-comic-relief-characters-in-the-game” crown. 

and a bonus cuz im weak: 

[rxlskrd-blog]

@lancingspades

[decaf-wizard]

Finally a challenging puzzle

[kriscaged-blog]

@rxlskrd

[withoutlv]

         YOUR POWER AWAKENED ME FROM DEATH.

                                                                (  art cred.  )

[boastmastergeneral]

reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you

[kriscaged-blog]

ofmercy‌:

                      ALL FRISK HAD WANTED WAS TO CHECK IF HIS SIBLING WAS OKAY. they had been in their room for a while, and school would be starting soon. they wouldn’t have any time to get ready if they were in there for any longer, so he wanted to help them get up  –  but what he got instead was a horrifying sight.

                          “  k… kuh… krr… ish… ?  ”   struggling to speak for a multitude of reasons, frisk’s open eyes stare at kris. he was shaking, and the sound of the soul being slammed into the birdcage was enough for him was enough for him to jump, digging his nails into the wood of the door. why ?  why was his sibling doing this ?  why why why why why why ?

                          there’s a quiet hiccup, and tears well in his eyes. he looks between kris and the birdcage, considering running to their mom for help. but he can’t move.

                          “  … wh… wha –  … why… ?  what ar –  are…  ”

kris’s breathing starts to slow and deepen as they get a better grip on themself. they wipe the blood and dark goop off their face with the back of their hand, and grab a tissue from asriel’s box to clean it off properly. every motion is carried out as if they’ve done this a hundred times before. then, they do something new, something they rarely do even in times of peace.

they move over to frisk, get down on their knees, and hug him. barely making a sound.

* ...it’s okay. it’s okay. there’s a bad thing in my soul.

speaking as calmly as they can, they try to reassure their sibling. their embrace is slightly stiff, but it’s the best they can do right now. they may not feel much, but they can see how distraught frisk is and they know things won’t recover if they don’t at least try to care.

* i’m still here. i’ll be me again when it leaves.

[kriscaged-blog]

RE for Kris?

OOC. already done! thank u for sending one in tho

[kriscaged-blog]

* minceraft is okay. fork-knife’s where it’s at, though.

[kriscaged-blog]

undyinglegends‌:

@kriscaged

{ α }

Alfendi was used to the procedure by now. Someone, usually Florence, would pop into his office to hand off a case to him and Lucy, and the two would look at the Reconstruction Machine and interrogate witnesses. Today was slightly different, however, with Lucy having the day off and spending it with Katrielle. (He shuddered to think of the chaos those two could get up to together.)

This was a murder like any other, an apparent robbery gone wrong, ending with a man being stabbed by the graveyard, ironically enough. There was only one suspect–a young child found by the body when police arrived. Apparently, they were being rather… uncooperative.

After a moment of looking over the files again, the police brought in the child and then closed the door, leaving Alfendi alone with their only suspect. But it wasn’t Alfendi that the other police were worried about.

“Ah, I see you’ve arrived. Inspector Layton’s the name.” He gave a lax smile, not entirely warm but still polite. “Might I have yours?”

{ Ω }

kris is not pleased. ohhh, they are not pleased. they were just minding their own business, trying to get their bearings after jevil did... something, and left them here alone. but then they were accused of murder, arrested because they could not account for themself. sure, they were drawn a bit too close to the crime scene ( you always did have a fascination with chest wounds, didn’t you? ), but they couldn’t have done it! they just don’t know how to tell that to this man yet.

they can almost see what lurks beneath the relaxed air he gives off, but not quite. they will drag him down to their exasperated level, though. they know they will. an uncanny smile creeps across their face.

* ...kris. dreemurr. you need a shave.

[kriscaged-blog]

@ofmercy || plotted.

sometimes it’s hard to get up in the morning, hard to willingly cause themself pain so they don’t feel. kris had gotten possessed again, so they have to act quickly-- they shove their hand against their chest, feel it pass through and tear flesh, break bone. they know full well it will all knit itself back together once the “problem” is removed, but it still... hurts.

and then they hear it.

the shuffling of feet and a terrified gasp from their baby sibling.

* f... frisk-k--!

they can’t stop now. they finish the job, slamming the soul hard into their little birdcage. but they wish, oh how they wish they hadn’t just burned that image into frisk’s mind. the poor kid would want to know, now... and they’re still afraid to tell them, despite feeling utterly numb.

[dustedscarf-blog]

                 AND WHO THE HELL IS KANYE WEST ?!!

                                                                     ( art sc. )

[blueberryuserboxes]

[sage-nebula]

This is canon and we all know it.