Chornobyl_walker
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The night is late and Kris struggles to sleep when a voice breaks through the dark.
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12 Mar 2026
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Why had Kris opened up this Dark World, anyway? It’d been so long since they’d so much as plugged Tenna in, let alone wanted to play with him as a precious friend and toy. Was it their new friend, Susie? If so, Tenna really had to thank her for re-awakening that childlike wonder. Why, in that case, he owed Susie his life as much as he owed Kris! What a remarkable pair they made, huh? Oh, Asriel and Noelle and Dess would be so excited to have someone new into the group! What sort of programs would she like, anyway? Monster movies, of course, but what else? Action movies? Music videos? Cowboys?
Ooh, his circuits hummed just thinking about it! He glowed brighter, rubbing his gloves together.
“So! What’s on the guide for today, Krismas? I have so many new ideas to show. I know it’s late, but we can fit in one gameshow episode, surely! Do you remember when you--”
“Shut up.”
Tenna froze.
(Before TV World starts, Kris has to have a talk with a certain TV and set up some ground rules. Tenna is not a fan of dealmakers and scams these days, and refuses. Unfortunately, Kris is prepared to exploit that.)
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07 Mar 2026
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It’s a tale as old as time, a trade between heaven and hell— stuck between time and space, love and hate, the higher angel above wanders. In a quest for a humanity, a small childish thing grows its own frail wings.
Like any god, for most are unnecessarily cruel, it harms and grows confused when their disciple answers by sinking their teeth in, gasp like they’ve committed the highest charge of blasphemy.
In and out, the two teens are terrible at it— loving, breathing, loving.
or: a deltarune series about the soul and kris’ growing friendship and teachings, narrated in 3rd person.
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27 Feb 2026
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"Angel..." They began their question carefully, grabbing onto the wagon the cage sits in instead of directly touching them. That never worked with them, so they just assumed whatever tactics they remembered as a child. (...Why were they using those for this? Why was it working?)
"WHAT?!" Answered The Angel, Its plumicorn flaring open, showing them irises of liquid golden and wrath that lasted eons in a single second, and a lower set of smaller, more pained and gullible eyes, nearly closed but enough to see they were similar to their own. A bloody red, molded in disconnection and an unending sense of loss that was never yours.
It tried to copy them in Its form. Huh. That's a can of worms that will eat their flesh alive when opened.
...Damn it all.
"How old are You?"
A.K.A — Mimicry as a form of socializing is often seen with people who don't know eachother well enough to diverge from what is previously approved of and people who don't know themselves well enough.
...Or children in their formative years.
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- Part 2 of The Cage and Key
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26 Feb 2026
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i'm tired, cage. (can i sleep in your arms tonight?) by getup_rie
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
11 Oct 2025
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The Angel waits for The Cage to wake every time they fall asleep before they let It in again. It ponders while awaiting connection.
AKA — imagine being a divine child with no reference on how deeply death affects others and suddenly experiencing it for yourself because your body is dead but you live on. couldnt be you...or could it?
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- Part 1 of The Cage and Key
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26 Feb 2026