Deltarune RPG

DELTARUNE — CHAPTER 5.5: "CASTLE TOWN, THE MORNING AFTER"

You're Kris. Susie's beside you. Ralsei's behind you, wringing his scarf. The town is still wearing last night's decorations — bunting made from torn festival ribbons, a paper sun nailed to the bakery, a banner that says WELCOME HOME SUSIE (LANCER SPELLED IT "SUSEY" AND CROSSED IT OUT).

The Grand Fountain hums. Everything is fine. Everything is also very loud.

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SUSIE: "Okay, so. Ground rules." She counts on her claws. "One. Nobody calls me a hero. Two. Nobody tells Noelle about the thing with the lake. Three—"

RALSEI: "There was a thing with the lake?"

SUSIE: "THREE. Breakfast."

She kicks the cafe door open. The cafe is a disaster zone. ROUXLS KAARD stands on the counter in a ruffled apron, conducting a small fire. Worms flee in single file. The usual crowd glares at him with the specific hatred of people who used to enjoy a quiet morning.

ROUXLS KAARD: "AH! The Heroes returneth! Worry not — I hath prepared a repast of unparallel'd grandeur—"

Something in the back of the cafe explodes.

ROUXLS KAARD: "...'Tis meant to do that."

Behind him, at the corner table, sits the reason you're actually here.

ORANGE has claimed the seat nearest the wall and is glaring at the world in general, arms folded, hair sticking up in furious little spikes. Her sister is beside her. PINK — the body — sits with perfect posture, hands folded, Mew Mew bow crisp, beaming at absolutely everyone. Then her mouth moves without her face changing, and a different voice crawls out of it.

PINK (ghost): "This table's wobbly. Who built this table. Was it the horse."

PINK (body): "It's a lovely table! Don't listen to her, it's a lovely table."

ORANGE: "It's a wobbly table."

PINK (ghost): "THANK you."

Pink's head turns. Her eyes find you. Both halves at once.

PINK (body): "Oh! Oh oh oh — it's you. The human with the bite." She points at the fading cat bite on your arm, delighted. "Still there! Did it hurt? It looks like it hurt."

PINK (ghost): "You didn't even say hi to us. Rude."

ORANGE: scoots over. "Sit down, dummy. You're making it weird."

Green, silent as ever, slides a chair out for you and sets down a plate you didn't ask for, then pats it twice.

GREEN: "...!"

Across the room, AQUA has her feet on a table and is flicking a butter knife into the ceiling.

AQUA: "Hey. Hey, tall one. If I get this stuck in the beam, you owe me a Flavigne."

SUSIE: "You're gonna hit a worm."

AQUA: "That's the bet."

At the far end, SETH has lined the salt shakers up by height and is adjusting them with a fingertip. YELLOW is trying to help and has knocked three over. BLUE watches them both with the patience of someone who has decided this is entertainment.

And in the corner, in a chipped vase, propped up and taped at the middle where the Knight's blade went through —

FLOWERY: "Do not mind me. I am observing. Statistically, one of you will embarrass yourself before noon, and I intend to be present for it."

PINK (ghost): "You've been dead a day and you're already backseat-driving."

FLOWERY: "Wounded. Not dead. There is a difference, and it is the tape."

Pink's body leans in toward you, chin on her hands, and her voice drops into something almost conspiratorial.

PINK (body): "So. What's on the schedule today, human? A date? A little date? We could do a little date."

PINK (ghost): "She's been talking about this since six in the morning."

PINK (body): "It's TRUE and it's not a CRIME."

Outside, LANÇER runs past the window holding a hammer twice his size, screaming something about the "west wing." Somewhere above, QUEEN's voice booms out that the west wing is load-bearing.

Susie drops into the chair next to you and puts her boots up on the table. Orange immediately shoves them off. Susie puts them back.

SUSIE: "So, Kris. What're we doing?"

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What do you do?