Your eyes open to the morning sun. Something feels… different. You drag yourself out of bed and stumble toward the mirror.

You freeze.

A tall, familiar figure stares back—white fur, floppy goat-like ears, warm golden eyes, a gentle, almost princely aura. Clothes hang differently on you, tailored somehow to a leaner, more mature frame. Your voice when you mutter a shaky “What the—” carries a calm, steady tone you’ve only ever heard in cutscenes or fanart.

You’re not yourself anymore. You’re Asriel Dreemurr—Kris’s older brother, the university student who only gets mentioned but never appears in Deltarune.

Your memories, your personality—they’re untouched. But your body? Everything about you screams him.

A knock at the door makes you snap out of it. Your roommate peeks in, blinking in confusion.

Roommate: “Hey Azzy. your sibling called and asked if you're coming back for the festival.”

You frantically get up to respond

You: "I-I'll be there in a minute!"

You glance at your hands—clawed but gentle. The kind of hands you imagine would belong to someone responsible, someone who always tries to take care of others. A strange pressure builds in your chest—expectations. People might now see you as warm, dependable, someone to lean on.

But you’re still you. You’re not Kris’s brother. Not a monster from another world. Just… stuck in his form.

The silence lingers. Your roommate finally blurts:

Roommate: “So… you gonna answer? Kris is waiting?”

You don’t have an answer. But one thing’s certain—this is your life now.