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That night, the rain was still pouring down relentlessly—it wouldn’t stop, and it was getting into his head.
It was almost as if he could hear more than usual—and that was saying a lot. He barely paid attention in class, much less to the rain outside.
But this week was different. That night was different—truly different.
He could still hear the rain. It was getting deeper into his mind—the sound of the gramophone, the laughter. He could even hear the creaking of the wood from the movement of that pair downstairs.
But the rain was still what he could hear the most. It was like a TACK TACK in his mind.
And there were too many things in his head.
Carol’s plans, school, his brother.
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Like a nail in his mind.
Rudy and how he was getting worse, his father being involved in this as well.
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Tenna—why the hell did he have to be there when he arrived? Or better yet, why did he have to do that? Couldn’t he have just told him to leave or something?
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Why now, just when he was becoming friends with Susie, did all of this happen? Why couldn’t he stay out of this? Why the hell—
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That damn game Ramb showed him—it felt dirty. He felt disgusted by what he saw. Was he really capable of that? Was he right?
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Noelle—why was she trying so hard to connect? She shouldn’t. She was better off without him. He would only bring her misfortune if she stayed close to him.
He cared about her, but what she said that morning—“forced”—maybe it had always been that way. Maybe she was right. But he didn’t know why it hurt so much.
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DESS — THE KNIGHT
THE DARK WORLDS
TODAY’S DARK WORLD
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THE BUNKER THE LIES
DESTINY HIS ROLE IN ALL OF THIS
HIS SOUL HIS HUMANITY
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THE PROMISES
SUSIE NOELLE
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THE PROPHECY
It was too much. He couldn’t take it anymore. His heart was beating faster than ever. He looked at the soul he had left in the cage—how could he hate a part of himself so much?
It was him. And he hated himself—everything he was and everything he wasn’t.
But he took it. He looked at it—and this time, not with hatred. Because he would need that part of himself to do this.
As he did, a force he hadn’t felt in a long time filled him—determination. His determination.
Because for the first time, he knew what to do. What direction to take. And that he had to do it with his own strength.
The phone rang. He ignored it.
He heard Susie’s voice—it didn’t reach him.
He waited for her to leave, opened the window, stepped through it, and looked at the horizon.
He could see above the trees surrounding Hometown. The gray sky and the falling rain gave the town a completely different look.
He knew what he was going to do that night—maybe the last time. One last mistake.
But for the first time, he was sure of what he would do.
He saw Susie’s footprints. Maybe he could have followed her, told her the truth—let her yell at him and maybe fix everything in one night.
But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. It wasn’t worth it.
He could have gone to Noelle, listened to that part of himself telling him to say he missed her—that he wanted them to be friends again. To tell her the truth too.
But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. It wasn’t worth it.
He could have followed the Knight’s plan. But someone had to be strong. As much as Carol tried, he knew the truth—she couldn’t take it anymore. The cold, harsh attitude—she was going to break at any moment. He had to stand up, to be strong.
But he didn’t WANT to. He WOULDN’T. It wasn’t worth it.
For everyone, he had to do this. He would be strong for all of them. He would face destiny—and spit in its face.
He jumped out the window.
He ran as fast as he could. He knew what he had to do—his mind planned everything on the fly.
Only the power of a soul could open the fountains—or at least an object imbued with that power.
Determination—his determination. He went to his father’s flower shop, moving as quietly as possible, helped by the fact that his father was a heavy sleeper.
He took the dark fragment and his father’s small gardening shovel hidden behind the refrigerator.
He put the fragment in his pocket—and the shovel. This was what he would use. He broke it, and as he did, the determination returned to him.
It was like a rush. It fueled his thoughts and gave him even more certainty. A flame ignited within him.
He left the shop and headed to the Holiday house.
Many would think entering the so-called mansion would be difficult—it was, after all, the mayor’s house.
But not everything was about Kris. They knew the entrances and the flaws Carol had left for them. After all, he was always welcome.
Once inside, he made sure Carol was home and everything was dark.
He moved past the Santas with grace and silence, not turning any on.
He entered Carol’s study—the forbidden place for everyone but him, because he was part of the plan. He saw the katana towering above him. As he took it down, he couldn’t help but feel he had betrayed the trust of the only person who had given him a chance—but he had to do it. It was for her too.
It was harder to break than a shovel—but he knew how. He took one of the tools Carol used to maintain her katanas, found the center point, and split it in two. The determination returned once more.
Seeing the broken katana, he felt terrible. He wrote a note—she deserved that, at least.
“I’m sorry. This is for your own good, for Noelle’s, for hers too, and for everyone’s. This time, I’ll take care of the hardest part.”
He left it right between the two halves.
The last thing before carrying out his plan was the bunker. He entered the code and couldn’t help noticing the dent Susie had left. He wasn’t sure if she would understand or forgive him—but it didn’t matter. It was for her good. For everyone’s.
Darkness swallowed him, and he moved through it with a confidence he had never even had in himself. He knew exactly where to go. It didn’t take even two minutes before he stood in front of the fountain.
And so, he let his soul do the work.
A light shone with such intensity that anything lurking nearby retreated and perished.
When the light faded and the darkness cleared, the inside of the bunker was recognizable—especially the dazed, weakened figure of Undyne. He removed her restraints. She would be out of here by morning. He had to run—the Knight would realize what he had done.
So he did. He ran into the forest, so no one would see or hear what he was about to do. As soon as he did it, it would arrive—but for the first time, he wouldn’t resist. He would show it that it wasn’t in control—and that it would pay for lying to him.
He took his knife. Thought about what he wanted. Determination surged through him—and for the first time that night, he spoke:
“I have to do this for everyone. No matter the consequences—and to hell with the Knight.”
He drove it into the ground—and in response, the earth bled darkness. The fountain opened. A storm of darkness—and he stood at its center.
Darkness surrounded him. The only thing shining was the fountain—if it could even be called that.
Before him, the Knight stood—imposing and threatening. But he didn’t fear him. There was no dialogue. Like two predators, they simply stared at each other. It was almost as if the Knight already knew why Kris had come—and that he wouldn’t hold back.
They both drew their blades. A flame burned in Kris’s eyes. Determination filled him—and it began.
But the moment it started, the Knight had already lost. He had fallen into Kris’s trap. He had lost the moment he got too close to the fountain. Kris didn’t have his soul—it was already inside it.
“You lost. You and I are going to hell this time. And don’t even think about escaping through the bunker—I think that exit to the Light World is closed for both of us.”
Kris looked at him with both mischief and fury. He was afraid—very afraid. But his soul began to shine inside the fountain.
“We’re at the center of the fountain. You and I are staying here.”
The fountains close from both inside and outside—but this time, it closed from the outside inward. The darkness would be swallowed—and them along with it.
The Knight tried to flee, but with the Shadow Mantle, Kris trapped him.
“Very convenient—it looks like yours, doesn’t it? And I think I told you—we’re staying.”
His soul returned to him as it finished closing.
As the darkness swallowed them into the fountain, he felt fear—like anyone facing the unknown. But a strange peace took over him.
That same morning…
Toriel didn’t find Kris and told herself he would come back later. He always does, she said.
He didn’t return that day—or any other.
Carol arrived late to work that morning. She woke up only to find her katana broken and the note on her desk. She didn’t speak to anyone that day.
When she learned he had disappeared, she blamed herself for involving them. This was her fault.
That morning, Noelle thought it would be nice if Kris came back like yesterday—to play the piano, like in the old days. Maybe finally ask him to be friends again.
She didn’t know it—but no one would ever play the piano again.
Ralsei could no longer see the prophecy—as if it had vanished.
It had vanished—with Kris.
Susie felt something was off that day. She didn’t see Kris. His absence made her day feel wrong.
When she met Noelle, things improved a bit—but that feeling didn’t go away.
It wouldn’t go away for a long time. Because no day would be normal for her after that night.
The next day, it was official: Kris Dreemurr had disappeared. There was no trace of him anywhere—as if he had been torn from reality. Gone. Nonexistent.
The same tragic patterns repeated.
The festival was bittersweet. Missing posters hung everywhere. Those days were hard for everyone. Life would never be the same in Hometown.
A chair in the classroom remained empty.
A piano would never be played again.
A prophecy lost a hero.
A room became a tomb of memories.
A family was left incomplete.
Things would never be the same again.
Because that night, everyone’s life changed without warning. Because if we truly are masters of our own destiny, then we must also face the consequences of trying to write the story ourselves—because it doesn’t just change our lives, but the lives of everyone around us.
And so it would be—at least for 2 years, 3 months, and 5 days.
Destiny had been broken. No one knew its direction. Only the Deltarune remained.