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cheesycatz · 8 months ago

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Local Cryptid Spamton EX

Spamton didn't just control the NEO suit; he fused with it. NEO was completely reliant on the wires, so their combined being compressed into the Dealmakers after the bossfight. As Spamton, in his puppet form, tried to recover, NEO used any energy he had to grow back into their combined form. Horrified about his body changing against his will again, Spamton used the last of his energy to try and heal himself, resulting in NEO compromising his brain function in an attempt to continue growing. He shambled around like a feral animal as he grew larger, forced onto all fours from the weight of the wings dragging behind him. While he does eventually recover, he already gained a reputation as Castle Town's cryptid.

Or: Peeled Spamton NEO (Lobotomized Edition)

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LORE

Today's vocabulary terms (These WILL be on the test)

Pin feathers: also known as blood feathers, they are the undeveloped feathers that appear on baby birds and adult birds when they molt. Each pin feather is covered in a protective keratin sheath that resembles a quill. Once the feather has matured, the sheath can be broken off, allowing the new feather to unfurl. Pin feathers have a blood supply that they lose once they develop into full feathers. A damaged pin feather can cause heavy bleeding.

Flight feathers: The longest and stiffest feathers that make up the outer tips of a bird's wings (and tail, but that doesn't apply here). Birds can't fly without them.

Preening: The act of cleaning and rearranging a bird's feathers. Preening also includes the process of breaking sheaths off of matured pin feathers. Preening can be a group activity, especially to clean areas that a bird may have trouble reaching. It's generally a relaxing process for a bird, especially when done by someone else.

Content warnings:

body horror, transformation horror, many mentions of blood, amnesia, general blorbo suffering idk

Now reading “Some Assembly Required”

NEO's intended lightner user would've been able to freely enter and exit the suit at their will. However, because Spamton’s a darkner, and therefore made of the same darkness as NEO, his code combined with the body itself when he entered the disk. Spamton initially couldn't move after the disk was inserted into NEO. His code—organs, bones, fur, muscle, anything available—was spread and warped in order to rapidly fill the incomplete metal husk around him. The wires, acting as a bottomless source of magic power, burrowed into his body, reforming his veins, and allowed his code to stretch and intertwine with NEO's own, creating a new being entirely. Spamton and NEO, two incomplete messes of code, came together to form a new being, a conglomerate of flesh and metal: Spamton NEO.

Spamton's magic yield was far too low to support such a drastic size increase, so this new being was almost entirely reliant on the artificial power source of the wires. Spamton NEO fired off powerful attack after attack at the Heroes of Light, each a combination of NEO's and Spamton’s own magic. As the turns passed, he could feel the heavy strain in his weak, rapidly developed limbs, but, with the wires, he could do anything. Driven mad by his desperation to escape the only thing keeping him running, he wouldn’t acknowledge the way his feathered wings drooped and the way his arms and legs swung limply, even despite the assistance of the wires. Unaware of their true purpose, Spamton NEO was ecstatic to find only one wire left. It was the thicker, central one, which traveled under his skin and through his spine. It was the only reason he wasn't fully paralyzed yet. And so, when the final wire was cut, he collapsed to the ground within an instant, shaking the earth.

Without the wires, NEO was completely reliant on Spamton's magic capacity, and he would've been too weak to move even if he hadn't been using countless attacks. Most of NEO'S code purposefully became dormant so they wouldn't die. The tiny puppet, now heavier with his new code, was strung up with vines in an attempt to wake him up. He managed a small moment of clarity, enough to accept what must be his death, but even that was too much exertion. Fully prepared to die and serve the lightners, Spamton collapsed into an even smaller form: the Dealmakers.

As a pair of glasses, Spamton couldn't feel or perceive anything. He was left on the nightstand of Kris's room in the castle, oblivious to the outside world. Eventually, he stirred, unceremoniously reappearing in his puppet form and falling onto the plush carpet, gasping like he had just been held underwater. A sharp pain stabbed through his chest as he fell to the floor. He awkwardly shuffled until he was against the bed, breathing heavily. Where the hell was he? He'd uploaded himself onto the disk, hadn't he? This clearly wasn't the basement. Had Kris bailed somehow? He struggled to ignore the deep ache coming from his chest, as though his very SOUL was itching. He partially unbuttoned his dress shirt, trying to scratch at it, but his blunt plastic fingers did nothing. He felt a seam across his chest that was not supposed to be there, then, a click, and suddenly his cracked soul forced its way out of his chest.

Normally, Spamton's soul forcing its way out would result in a giant bloody hole in his chest, but there was nothing but a small opening hidden under his shirt. Spamton tugged on his soul's chain, forcing it to look at him. It was then that he noticed a disk forcefully lodged into his SOUL, clipping through its eye socket. THE disk. How did this happen? Did the transfer process go wrong? Spamton immediately tried to pull the disk out, but the pain that shot through every nerve in his body stopped him. His own SOUL angrily nipped at his fingers and retreated back into his body, The painful itch worsened, and Spamton passed out again.

Spamton slowly adjusted to, well, whatever happened. The blue coloration of the bedroom he woke up in reminded him of his room in the mansion, so Spamton tried to escape as quickly as possible. He soon realized that it wasn't actually the mansion, but he didn't particularly enjoy being in a foreign castle, either. After a daring escape (hugging the walls and stopping to take a break every 10 seconds), he was weary of the unfamiliar darkners outside. He essentially returned to being homeless as he tried to adjust to this new environment, more focused on avoiding people than attempting to sell anything.

Fortunately for Spamton, Castle Town was a little less capitalistic than Cyber World, and the Card Kingdom darkners weren't prepared for tiny puppets rummaging around in the trash. His only plan was to hopefully see if NEO had been brought here. If the disk was here, then surely the suit itself had to be somewhere, right? He hoped to find it and make it take its damn disk back, or, better yet, take him. In the meantime, Spamton kept trying to remove the disk, but any progress was reversed by severe glitching fits that made him pass out everytime he tried to yank it out. He wanted to bide his time until he could get more information. He also wanted to bide his time in hopes that the perpetual headache and static covering most of his vision would dissipate on its own.

But, something started to…change. The random panel allowing his soul to pop out should've been a dead giveaway, but Spamton wasn't exactly fully aware of his surroundings at this point. Eventually, while scratching at his furiously itchy neck, the shot nerves in his fingers finally registered that there was now fur growing out of his neck. He tried to forcefully rip it out, but the uselessly blunt tips of his fingers had no grip. The strands he did manage to pull out were colored a dark black, lacking the greasy, matted texture of the rest of his hair. The first new growth he's had since his fur and skin had fallen off 20 years ago.

Spamton panicked. After being transformed into a puppet, unrecognizable from what he had once been, the idea of anything more about his body changing against his will scared him. He hated being a puppet, but at least his body had stopped warping at a certain point. Now, though, something was wrong. It wasn't his addison fur growing back; the hair was just as black as his once-dyed-but-now permanently dark hair, forcing its way through his plastic exoskeleton rather than skin. No matter how many clumps he ripped out, it seemed to just grow back. He could feel it spreading, tickling his chin and spilling against his collar as the strands grew longer.

The fur got worse, but Spamton did his best to ignore it, just as he did when he was turning into a puppet. He continued trying to pull the disk out of his SOUL, but that was getting more painful by the day. Spamton also continued to search for NEO, now with the hope that it might reverse whatever was happening. Once long black claws split open his fingertips and new digits wiggled their way out, though, he could no longer ignore it.

The fur wasn't the strangest thing. He did have it as an addison, even if it used to be white. And, he did once have blunt, chewed claws, but not these shiny 2 inch long black talons. Somehow, he could feel that they were only the beginning. He really needed to find NEO; he knew from experience that no doctor could fix a supernatural transformation like this. NEO was the only hope he had when he was turning into a puppet, and it was the only thing he could pray to now. At least it was easier to tear open garbage bags now that he had miniature knives growing out of his fingers.

The fur continued to spread. Trapped underneath his clothes, it became tangled as Spamton ignored it out of spite. An ache, different from the one plaguing his SOUL, spread across his body. He could hear his plastic frame creak as something he couldn't identify slowly grew. One night, curled up inside of the small cave he had started living in, his jaw cracked open and formed new joints at the cheeks. This couldn't be traced to puppet feature or an addison feature. This was something horrifyingly new. As much as he wanted it to be just another nightmare, he was left with no other choice than to adapt to the tender muscles that now attached his mouth to his face.

It quickly became apparent that the aches he was feeling were a sign of change. His jaw ached, and then it formed new joints. His feet ached, and then claws matching his fingers split them open. His gums ached, and new teeth grew in. His spine ached, and now the tail he lost 20 years ago was starting to grow back.The fact that the ache in his upper back had done nothing but grow worse without anything actually popping out was getting deeply concerning. Whatever was causing the changes, it must've been corrupting his code. He's heard of Cyber World darkners with code so corrupted that tumorous limbs grow out of their body, and the idea terrified him. Could something like that even be cured? Who would actually bother to help him?

It was only a matter of time before the things starting to twitch under his plastic skin broke free. The sickening feeling of something scraping from inside, of being trapped in an ever enclosing box, desperately trying to push against the advancing wall. Spamton curled up in his empty cave. He missed his dumpster’s pillow; all he had now was dead moss. Unaware that he even could control them, the two things trapped under his back tried to flex with each heartbeat of pain. Eventually, two sharp hooks finally cracked through the thinning layer of plastic, and the rest forced its way through. Thin plastic bones, now exposed to the cold air, shakily wrapped around their owner. Spamton passed out with the new pair of bloodied, featherless wings shivering against his tattered suit.

When Spamton woke up, it didn't take him very long to notice the highly sensitive wing bones twitching behind him. And, with his now concerningly flexible neck, he could see them in full detail. Spamton didn't recognize them as wings. Once he found enough water to clean the blood off with, he saw that they were pure white and ball-jointed, just like the rest of him. Well, except for the tiny black spines already growing out of them: pin feathers. He mistook them for more hair. Convinced he had somehow grown a pair of malformed arms out of his back, Spamton was becoming desperate for any sort of cure. He had tried to find NEO using what little energy he had, but Castle Town was dense, and he didn't know where to start looking outside of the castle he was definitely not allowed in. Was it ever going to end? Was he doomed to mutate into an unidentifiable mass of broken code?

Spamton started picking at the lengthening pin feathers. It was clear they weren't hair, but he didn't want to think about what else the protrusions could possibly be. It had been just a day, and they were already all over the wing bones. Of course, he ended up breaking one, causing black blood to immediately start pouring out. He panicked as he failed to stem the bleeding, eventually trying to summon a healing spell. Static buzzed in his vision as he coughed out a tiny cherub. It was covered in so much of his own blood that it couldn't fly. He pressed the weak thing against the wound, hoping his healing magic would just work already! The cherub finally attempted its only job, and the migraine stabbing into his eye socket grew exponentially as the tiny angel disappeared, leaving a drying bloodstain. Spamton collapsed onto the ground.

(2)

NEO was as unfinished and buggy as the man who merged with it, and it was never designed to execute a task like this. It had been draining all of Spamton's magic reserve in an attempt to reform Spamton NEO again. The healing spell had used up the already extremely little supply he had, and NEO decided to sacrifice part of Spamton's mind for the sake of maintaining its rate of progress. Now forced into power saving mode, Spamton lost most of his ability to think. He began to operate on emotions rather than solid thought. Perpetually hungry from the constant drain of his body growing, all he did was scavenge, eat, and sleep. Anytime he digested something, he curled up in pain as NEO immediately used any energy he gained to continue growing. He had no ability to regain his mind until the transformation ended.

Spamton mostly relied on the instincts he had gained from living on the streets for so long. He avoided any darkners he saw, and would react violently if approached in an attempt to hide his severe weakness. This led to the first cryptid allegations. His glowing eyes (glasses), scruffy body, and extremely distorted yet humanoid face made him stand out to both Cyber World and Card Kingdom darkners. And so, his existence had become a rumor shared between a few. He wasn't a feral animal, but his mannerisms and the fact that he could barely speak even if he tried made him seem like one.

Because Spamton's recent memory had been compromised, he didn't remember what was happening to him and assumed he was just sick. He neglected his fledgling wings as they sprouted down feathers and grew larger, not registering that they even existed outside of angrily scratching at the itchy pin feathers. Because he never exercised them, the weak wings began to limply drag behind him. When the flight feathers grew in, they quickly became shredded from being dragged against concrete. He broke many pin feathers in the process, coated his wings in a layer of sticky blood. While he disliked the heavy “blanket” he thought was covering his back, Spamton decided to mostly ignore it. It wouldn't fall off no matter how hard he tried. Eventually, his increasingly top-heavy build forced him to start crawling on all fours. He became disoriented as the world around him seemed smaller and smaller and his tiny cave, lined with bloody feathers, had turned from an easy fit to a shoulder-scraping doorway.

As Spamton grew larger, other darkners actually started to fear him. His limp wings made him look much bigger despite the fact that he was perpetually hunched over. Staticky, heavy breaths came out of his voice box as his throat reformed to accommodate NEO's white energy spitting abilities. With his claws and fur, most darkners assumed that he was some sort of beast rather than an actual person. He growled and blindly swiped at anyone that got too close to him, eventually resulting in a blurry photo of his shadowed form making it to the first page of Castle Town's local newspaper. Although his nose and glasses were the only thing that could be made out, Swatch instantly recognized who the “cryptid” was. Though, they naturally assumed the witness account was a bit exaggerated.

Castle Town was small, and it would only be so long before the two encountered each other. One night, a swatchling taking out the trash was unfortunate enough to find a half-transformed Spamton eating out of the dumpster. Upon recognizing his face, the swatchling tried to enact the usual dumpster puppet removal protocol, but Spamton had nearly doubled in height already and was difficult to scruff. He scratched the swatchling during his wild thrashing, causing them to drop him. He slammed against the dumpster, crumbling into an unresponsive pile of fur and feathers.

When Swatch was called to the scene, he was understandably baffled by the fact that this… thing was Spamton, but the man's head and clothes were clearly attached to it. The lightners had informed Swatch about what had occurred in the basement. From his own personal investigation, Swatch surmised that NEO had been completely destroyed after the fight, as he found no remaining evidence of its existence. And, hearing that the only remnant of Spamton himself was his off brand glasses, Swatch assumed that the man had died alongside it.

Clearly, Swatch's hypothesis was incorrect. And, somehow, Spamtom was even less recognizable as the addison he once was. But, with NEO gone, and an entirely different café under Swatch's management, he wasn't technically required to forcefully remove Spamton from the premises anymore. Swatch really didn't like the guy, but they weren't cruel enough to leave a heavily injured and unconscious man on the concrete.

As a feathered darkner himself, Swatch was appalled by the state of the wings Spamton apparently had now. Covered in a strange mess of adult feathers and dark gray down, tattered fluff shed from his wings like spores. Swatch tried to coax Spamton's wings into folding shut as they half carried / half dragged Spamton inside, but they remained limp, showing the lengthened upper arm portions of the wings and the sharp hooks sprouting at each wrist joint. Every bird-like aspect of his new form was warped, like a failed replica made from memory.

Did Swatch mention that Spamton was covered in his own blood? They were going to have to sanitize the entire building after bringing him in. After half a stack of disposable rags and possibly an entire bottle of disinfectant, Spamton was mostly clean (can't be too sure when his hair and jacket are the same color as his blood), aside from his wings, which appeared to be the source of the majority of the damage. The base of each one was caked in a layer of dried, flaking blood, revealed by two relatively small tears in the back of his jacket. Swatch couldn't imagine shoving feathers through holes that small; no wonder Spamton's wings looked like they had been put through a wood chipper.

The group of fretful swatchlings hovering around them cooed in concern at the sheer amount of broken pin feathers, but Swatch wasn't generous enough to spend several hours preening the monstrosities hanging from Spamton's back. He figured that he should remove the loose feathers, lest their swatchlings had to sweep more crusty Spamton-colored fluff off the floor. As Swatch removed entire clumps from the wings, the muscles underneath twitched in response, but couldn't muster much movement. Well, at least Spamton's wings weren't completely paralyzed.

Eventually, Swatch's persistent touch was too much, and something moved in Spamton's chest before shoving its way past his lapel. It was Spamton's SOUL, cracked and corroded nearly beyond recognition (how was this guy even still alive?), with a very familiar disk lodged through it. Two smaller, disk-less copies of his SOUL popped out, taking turns glaring at them. Oh. That was where NEO went. NEO would explain the fact that his heart(s) could just pop out now. It kind of explained the wings, but all these feathers, claws, and fur must be connected to Spamton himself. Swatch raised their palms and stepped back as the main SOUL snapped at them, the chain rattling noisily. Swatch didn't know how NEO would've reacted to a darkner attempting to use it, but this was definitely not his first guess. Apparently pleased with their submission, the cracked hearts disappeared back into Spamton's chest.

Spamton slumped forward, falling off the bar stool Swatch had placed him on. They half expected him to still be unconscious (did he have a concussion from hitting the dumpster?), but a staticky groan confirmed that he was awake. Swatch tried to question him, but the only response they got was some sort of growl. Spamton shakily rose to all fours, his wings forming a ragged cloak behind him as they dragged. He frantically looked up at the flock of swatchlings around him through pink and green lenses, steam billowing from his jaws as he produced garbled sounds. Spamton charged through the still unlocked back door, clipping his wing on the way out and ripping out another massive chunk of dead feathers.

Swatch no longer assumed that cryptid witness account was exaggerated. The fact that Spamton hadn't produced a single decipherable word was, for Spamton, a sign that something was very wrong. He had acted like an injured animal. Swatch decided to inform Prince Ralsei about the situation, who was surprisingly relieved that Spamton had been found. Apparently, Spamton had somehow transformed into a pair of glasses, then went missing just a few days later. Ralsei was interested in giving him a room in the castle, since he had technically agreed to help the Heroes of Light..

Swatch kept an eye out on behalf of the prince, but it would be a while before they saw him again. Spamton didn't really remember that he had even been there, instead just mindlessly wandering across the streets in search of food. As he got larger, gaining more and more of NEO's strength, the cryptid allegations got worse. He hadn't physically hurt anyone, but if how easily he punched a dent in a dumpster was evidence of anything, he could. The feathers he was leaving behind by now were far larger than could be explained by any normal darkner species; finding the biggest, least damaged feather of Castle Town’s Cryptid was a fun challenge for some darkners. There was plenty to go around, as Spamton was constantly molting and growing more feathers as his body grew.

Mentally, Spamton hadn't been able to recover. He thought he was still in Cyber City, and was distressed about not recognizing any landmarks. But, with the constant hunger that plagued him, he didn't have time to dwell on it. He still despised the weighted blanket that dragged against the ground and forced him to crawl on all fours. But, he got a migraine anytime he contemplated why the “blanket” was physically stuck to him, or why he could feel how itchy it always was, so he stopped bothering. He was frustrated that his little cave had shrunk; only half his body actually fit in there anymore. The dumpsters here were weirdly small, too. The darkners in general were like… half? a third? of what they were supposed to be. The distress from that thought also gave him a migraine. The shredded remains of his suit were the only bedding he had other than moss and his own feathers.

Of course, Spamton wasn't the only secret-boss-turned-item up and about. Jevil enjoyed joining the heroes of light as the DEVILSKNIFE, but did poke around Castle Town a bit. He was genuinely too tired after the fight to enact too much violence, but not tired enough to not take joy in harassing Spamton once he found him. Jevil hadn't seen Spamton since his big shot days and was very curious about his new near unrecognizable form. Spamton wasn't opposed to slapping Jevil out of the air but wasn't coordinated enough to land a hit. When he got too tired to swat at Jevil, Spamton would (attempt to) ignore Jevil while he played with Spamton's wings.

Swatch did coincidentally meet Spamton again. They had noticed increasingly large feathers showing up in the streets and on the local news (they did find it hard to believe that someone had actually found an 8 foot long flight feather), but assumed that it was just Spamton's wings developing, not the rest of him. So, Swatch was admittedly startled when he witnessed a much larger Spamton neck deep in their dumpster a month later. Spamton's chest heaved with each breath, his neck twisting backwards until he met them at eye level despite the fact that he was currently quadrupedal. His wings, still pinned to the ground, were longer than the building itself. He grumbled something that almost resembled a sentence, then entered a violent coughing fit, leaking an unhealthy amount of steam. Swatch decided to go back into the café and grab some expired leftovers. They did not want to deal with rotting food spilling into the dumpster because of a certain someone currently ripping the bags open outside. Predictably, Spamton ate everything Swatch threw at him. Swatch couldn't make out what he attempted to say, but they could imagine the sales pitch he was coming up with in an attempt to “trick” them into giving him more. At some point, Spamton keeled over as his body processed the nutrients, NEO in the final stages of forming their combined body. Most of what was left was internal, so Swatch didn't really know what was happening and let him be. Even if they could help, they didn't trust Spamton not to hurt someone when he was this large.

Eventually, the transformation was complete. Without its armor, NEO relied on Spamton's code to form as close to a complete version as it could; Spamton EX. Spamton was alone in his cave when he finally regained his mind. It felt like gradually waking up from a deep sleep, groggily coming to his senses. He first remembered what happened before he entered power saving mode, then…the NEO fight. He had merged, he had gained its power, he used it, it was HIS and—the strings. Everything was so heavy, but he was supposed to be free! A shock down his spine, then… nothing. He thought he was dying, but he woke up, still a broken puppet. That—that damn disk! Taking NEO from him wasn't enough; of course it had to corrupt his code in the process, causing… whatever was happening to him.

Spamton tried to get up, but his center of gravity was completely off. His back ached, but it was a normal ache, not the unnatural one that preceded a transformation. The pain traveled further down the—oh, the disfigured arms that popped out of his back. They could shrivel off for all he cared. Spamton forced his eyes to fully open, then froze at the vertigo that struck him as he saw how far away the ground was. His neck twisted in on itself like a snake as he recoiled, which did nothing but make him want to vomit more.

Spamton pressed against the cold ground, his deep yet shallow breaths disturbing the feathers littered across the ground. Where did he find those? When did he find those? This was obviously a different cave than the one he passed out in, right? He tried to take a deep breath, but was quickly disturbed by the fact that his lung capacity had somehow tripled. Okay, he had definitely transformed more since the last time he was awake, as much as he would love to pretend he was still asleep. Spamton awkwardly rolled onto his side; he didn't think he could handle trying to sit up again right now. Time to assess the damage.

When Spamton looked over his shoulder, all he could see were feathers, the same color as the ones scattered across the floor. He noticed the random spikes sticking out of the limbs, alongside the long hook at the wrist. The arms he grew; they were wings. Nervously, he tried to move them. They twitched, and he could feel that they were alive and attached, but nothing happened. He tried again and again, but the wings wouldn't move. Spamton grabbed the wing's wrist with his hand, pausing at the sight of his jacket-less arm. He tried folding it in and out with his hand, but the wing refused to hold a pose. Spamton could've spent an hour trying to get the things to move, but all they did was weakly twitch. Just that made him feel like he had sprinted across the entire city twice.

Spamton couldn't sit there forever. He was unfortunately already growing used to the long neck after fretting over his useless wings for so long, but the height was still an adjustment. The best he could manage was a kneel before the weight of his wings would knock him over. Why had he been given the gift of wings if they couldn't even move? Was it some kind of punishment? They were feathered, like an angel…a gift from NEO? A gift that had been blackened, losing all its color because of him. Him and his broken, broken, broken code, managing to corrupt even the wings of a god. A cruel joke. Can't fly to heaven with paralyzed wings.

He was starving, and what choice did he have but to go back to the disgusting lifestyle he was trapped in? Spamton tried to take a few experimental steps, but his legs shook the moment he took his hands off the ground. A plume of steam escaped his jaws from the effort, and he sputtered at the weird, warm taste. Something unidentifiable in his throat moved independently, and—he really did not want to think about that right now, or the faint trails of steam coming from the vents(?) slashed across his ribs like gills. This transformation was far more than skin deep. Distressed at how much easier it was to walk on all fours with his now digitigrade legs, Spamton hobbled toward the town.

Any progress Spamton made getting used to his new height was destroyed the moment he reached civilization. If he could actually stand up, he would've been taller than some of these damn buildings! He hated being a tiny puppet; it was one of the many reasons he wanted NEO, but he hadn't really considered the logistics. Could he even fit in a dumpster anymore? Not that he'd thought he'd have to hide or scavenge as NEO, but…he was still so weak. No armor, no arm cannon, no phone-hands, no bullets—no wires. That was good! He wasn't strung up anymore! Just dragging around broken wings, unable to support his own body weight, limbs strained from trying to crawl for more than a few minutes—he's fine! He doesn't need the strings, he can live without them, he can, he doesn't need them, he's just…tired.

Spamton lugged his upper body over the edge of a dumpster, shredding open the bags easily. The long claws poking out of his fingertips were a bit more proportional now that the rest of his hands and arms had grown, but just as sharp. Perhaps it was a good thing he had an external layer of plastic instead of skin; he would've accidentally sliced himself open already if he didn't. Spamton ate his fill, but it barely impacted his hunger. He wondered what time it was as he looked for more dumpsters. Without a color-changing sky-grid for him to look at, it could be 3 am for all he knew. Spamton was still learning where the quietest alleys were in this town, so it wasn't surprising that he almost immediately ran into another darkner; something not from Cyber World that he didn't care to identify. God, they were tiny. He smiled at the fact that he had to look down, not up, to make eye contact. Before they could finish fearfully backing away from him (That was a bit extreme. He wasn't even doing anything!), he decided to be productive and ask for the time. 8pm? Could be worse. He asked if the darkner had any kromer, and, after he said several synonyms, they dropped a good amount of it before sprinting away. Hmmm, this could work. He wanted to be feared as NEO, but in a “groveling at his feet” way, not whatever that was.

Regardless, the fear meant that Spamton was alone as he embarrassingly adjusted to his new form. He had managed to almost stand up with the assistance of a tree, but had no luck on his own. It was getting a little easier to hold a crouch, but walking was out of the question. The wings were as useless as ever. All they did was respond involuntarily to his emotions, which was uncomfortable to experience. The legs, the size, hell, even the tail wasn't the worst to adjust to, since he had one as an addison. But the wings were completely alien to him. He wouldn't be so frustrated if they didn't hurt and itch all the time! He found out that the hard spines growing throughout his wings housed feathers, but only sometimes. If he tried to force one open, it would start gushing blood. He thought feathers would grow in like hair (those damn swatchlings clearly didn't have quills growing out of them like he did!) but, apparently they were far more complicated than he thought. Regardless of their broken, bloodied state, he lost track of time while using his hand to open and close his wings, mesmerized by the way the feathers fanned and folded. As useless as they were, he couldn't bring himself to hate them.

While looking for food late one night, Spamton stumbled upon a familiar café. He couldn't remember ever being here, yet he somehow remembered that it had a lot of food. The dumpster wasn't too out of the ordinary, but food was food. He nearly choked when he heard Swatch's voice. What the hell was feather duster doing here? Unlike everyone else he'd encountered, Swatch was not fazed in the slightest. They seemed curious about the fact that Spamton seemed coherent now, explaining that he had been… growing for at least a month, unresponsive aside from growls and crawling on all fours. When Swatch disapprovingly pointed out that his wings were still dragging, Spamton bluffed about the fact that he physically couldn't move them. He got defensive when Swatch asked if they could inspect his wings. They bribed him with food that was going to be thrown away anyways, and Spamton reluctantly agreed. He promised to crush Swatch if they tried anything, but Swatch was still frustratingly unaffected by the threat.

Spamton sat outside, since his wings were absolutely not fitting in there. Apparently Swatch was running a new café not associated with Queen, which admittedly relaxed him a bit. His relaxation was ruined the moment Swatch made it blatantly clear that he was only helping Spamton because Spamton’s wings were disgusting enough to be an insult to all feathered-kind (give or take). Spamton glared intermediately at Swatch, folding his arms like a pouting child as they prodded at his left wing. They asked him to try to move it a few times, inspecting the plastic “bone” of the wing as his muscles tensed and relaxed with no wing movement. They were prodding at the ball joint connecting the wing to his back when their finger suddenly dug into the ball joint’s slit. Spamton yelped, and his wing briefly flapped in response, the gust ruffling Swatch’s feathers. Spamton was torn between yelling at him and trying to get his wing to move again. Swatch said that his theory was that Spamton’s wings were underdeveloped. Assuming Spamton hadn't been using them at all in the past month, the muscles had adjusted to their lack of use and never grown properly. Considering how much Spamton had already grown, he could probably get the wings to develop if he kept exercising them. How the hell was he supposed to exercise if he couldn't even move them!? Spamton was about to storm off when Swatch mentioned that Prince Ralsei was looking for him, as he had prepared a room for Spamton in the castle. Who? Wait…that was one of Kris's friends, right? And, technically the ruler of Castle Town, Swatch pointed out.

Spamton contemplated it for days before eventually deciding to accept Ralsei's offer. He was a bit suspicious of the kid's generosity, but if Ralsei was stupid enough to give even that damn clown a room, Spamton was going to take full advantage of that naivety. He was way too big for the bed (and the room in general), but it felt like heaven. The Castle had food! And showers! It was the first time Spamton had seen his face since… before he met Kris, actually. The green lens was new. The same bright, acid green as the wires. He thought it was a weak connection, but as he washed away the dirt caked in his joints, he could see them. Green veins, trailing through the gaps between his ball joints, spread across his entire body, pulsing with faint light. Leading to the interior of his chest panel, traveling up the chain of his SOUL, and illuminating the broken eye socket of his heart, the socket that corresponded with the green lens. The very fiber of his being had been permanently altered, his own blood traveling through NEO's wires. It wasn't his, no; he was it.

After the topic was awkwardly brought up, Ralsei made him a green sweater. Well, Spamton assumed it was custom made, because it was baggy even for him and had wing holes in the back. He was hoping that it would stop darkners from thinking he was some kind of animal. He was well aware of his “return to fame” as a cryptid, and hoped to move past it. Actually getting the knit sweater on was another ordeal, as his limp wings were not very helpful. He snagged his claws damn near every time he touched it, and tried filing them down to more manageable blunt tips. The claws grew back to their full length the next day. Apparently, NEO didn't understand how hair and nails work, as it regenerated anything he trimmed to its original unruly length as soon as possible.

Spamton was a little more comfortable leaving the castle once he had gotten better at walking. He was still hunched over enough to look like a velociraptor, but at least he was back to being bipedal. His wings were actually getting better! Most of their movement was involuntary (he refused to listen to Swatch’s advice to exercise them), but that was enough to stimulate growth. Each wing joint could actually manage a few degrees of motion. But, they were still constantly itchy and in pain. Spamton tried washing all the dirt and blood off of them, but having waterlogged wings somehow made him feel even worse. No matter how many he ripped out, loose feathers would follow him anywhere he went, since NEO regenerated them as fast as it regenerated fur and nails.

Desperate (because he completely refused to speak to Swatch), Spamton summoned one of his F1 angels in an attempt to study it. He was a little nervous, considering what happened the last time he produced one, but it came out perfectly normal, if not confused when it saw what its creator now looked like. Spamton made it sit in his palm while he observed the way its pristine wings folded across its back. He gingerly pulled its wings open with two claws, watching how they opened and closed. He was tempted to destroy the angel after it started biting at his fingers in response, but decided to keep it around for observational purposes. He used his hands to manually fold his own wings closed, surprised at how much better they felt. Perhaps he should've expected it, but the tiny angel he kept didn't know how to keep its wings clean, either. The feathers he accidentally plucked out of it showed no signs of regrowing, and the leftover feathers looked progressively worse by the day, so he eventually put the thing out of its misery.

As one could imagine, learning how to properly fold his wings and making an active effort to keep them from dragging on the ground quickly improved their health. His involuntary twitches became actual flaps. His wings started to naturally bend when he wasn't actively extending them. And, finally, they could support their own weight. He did it! He had fully functioning wings! He could finally fly too—he experienced a new terror—what if he couldn't actually fly? The shredded mess of feathers attached to each wing hadn't actually generated enough lift when he tried to ascend. Even if they were in perfect condition, was it enough?

In the meantime, Spamton tried to go back to selling junk. Capitalism still ran through his veins, whether those veins were green wires or not. He wasn't actively using the fear factor to get more kromer—okay, he might've been taking advantage of it a little bit. These cowards deserved it for treating him like filthy trash for decades! He's finally BIG. Let him enjoy it a little bit! Now he gets to be the one picking up little slimes by the scruff. He found (cornered) some Card Kingdom darkner who made clothes and asked (threatened) them to make him blazer in his size. And, because they weren't some petty addison, he actually (scammed) paid them! He needed something Spamton-y, not just a green sweater. This wasn't the comeback special he had planned for NEO, but he was starting to enjoy it. He always had food and a place to sleep, even if he didn't make any sales. But, he actually was making sales (scamming people)! And he was doing it all by himself, no strings required! What else could he want? He… he wasn't lonely. He doesn't need friends…

For absolutely no reason in particular at all of course Spamton decided to spend some of his new funds at Swatch's café. He just needed to rub it in their face how great he was doing, yeah. After definitely not struggling to fit his shoulders through the doorway, Spamton made the elective decision to sit on the floor rather than try and fit on a chair. He smugly flared his wings (once everyone found an excuse to leave the moment they saw him), but accidentally bashed them into the walls. To Spamton's chagrin, Swatch was not impressed whatsoever. They couldn't understand how he was fine keeping his wings in such a disgusting state. Hey! He washed them! H–his wings are fine! Swatch realized that they were getting nowhere by insulting him, so they asked Spamton if he knew how to preen his wings.

Preen? Spamton just said he was cleaning them! Daily, in fact, with how many loose feathers he had to pull out. Swatch tried to explain that it was more than that. He demonstrated with his own arm, showing how the feathers had to be arranged and layered, especially for flight. Spamton pretended he wasn't highly invested as he finally ordered the drink he came here for. He sat in the furthest corner, frowning as he looked at his own wings. Because his mere presence was driving away customers, Swatch could easily see that Spamton was trying to mimic what they did with their own feathers. They still weren't friends, but they could respect him if he was going to make actually paying for his food a habit. They would hate to see NEO's potential go to waste because of user error.

Okay, fine, he'll admit that bird brain knew more about feathers than he did, and his wings were looking better now. But, god, why did they need so much damn maintenance? He signed up for a mech suit, not this. Alas, now that his wings didn't look and feel like moldy shower curtains, Spamton knew the next step: flight. He summoned another angel to study. The laws of physics did apply to it at least somewhat, so it was a good starting point. He was back on the rocky outskirts of Castle Town, so he really didn't want to fall. He was nervous, but, now that he finally had a full set of flight feathers, it was possible. Probably. He hoped.

He cried the first time he truly flew. He was clumsy, constantly changing altitude, and practically crashed when he tried to land, but it was euphoric. It felt like the sky was where he was meant to be all along. The thought that he could fly straight up to heaven crossed his mind, but he knew he couldn't. He'd suffocate, or he'd run out of energy long before he reached it. But, he got a taste of the sky. Just enough to indulge, more than enough. It was beautiful.

Spamton has settled in the castle. He finds any excuse he can to go out flying, as it's easily his new favorite hobby. The novelty of scaring people into giving him money has worn off, but he'll never not enjoy scamming people out of money. He's still a spam program at heart, no matter how much his code has been changed. Outside of his exterior changes, Spamton kept NEO'S ability to spit white fireballs in the shape of his face, which is the root cause of the steam that leaks out of him whenever he's frustrated or has overexerted himself. He has three hearts, his own SOUL and the two smaller ones from NEO, that support his larger form. And, of course, the wires are now threaded through his body, powered by his own life-force. Spamton is definitely still lonely. Despite all his faux confidence, he's nervous around darkners both new and old, and keeps to himself when he isn't selling something. His life is far from perfect, and his deep-rooted issues haven't gone away, but he's more content, safer, then he ever has been. He just wishes that people would stop bringing up the whole “cryptid” thing. He'd rather forget that ever happened.

END

I hope that was an enjoyable read! Originally, I kind of forced myself to make a Spamton EX when chapter 2 came out, because everyone else was doing it. But, he wasn’t that fun to draw and didn’t have any story associated with him. It took me a while to come up with the idea for a “cryptid” Spamton EX, and even longer to create a story/setup I liked. I didn’t know whether to make him gremlin sized, comically large, or something in between (I think you can tell from the 41 ft wingspan which one I picked). I also wasn’t sure whether he should be completely unaware of his transformation until the end or mentally suffering the entire time. A mutual of mine suggested “why not both,” which led me to the final story here. Hooray! Maximum Spamton suffering!

I did try to make a happy ending, but it's hard to do that with a character like Spamton without making a multi-novel length fanfiction. He’s still very lonely, but he gets to fly so eh, he’ll probably be fine. I choose not to include the addisons at all, since my other AU (Wormton) is so focused on them. And, idk how to feel about the canon addisons considering that they seemingly knew that Spamton was both homeless and puppetified. I at least mentioned Jevil, but I’m honestly not sure how much he cares about Spamton, since all we know is that Spamton hates him and Spamton hates everyone he used to know, sooo… I didn’t plan for Swatch to be as prevalent, but Spamton definitely needed someone who actually knew how to care for feathers. I’m not a Swatch expert, but hopefully they aren’t crazy out-of-character or anything.

THIS WAS FUN! HAHAHA I LOVE TRANSFORMATION HORROR A VERY NORMAL AMOUNT

#spamton #spamton fanart #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #deltarune fanart #spamton g spamton #spamton deltarune #cheesycatz art posts #cheesycatz text posts #spamton neo #spamton ex #TRANSFORMATION HORROR MY BELOVED #TOH owl beast core spamton #coexisting with the unspeakable horrors in the denny's parking lot at 12 pm #can you tell I was completely obsessed with NEOhyde

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theomniplayer · 10 months ago

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A Hero, An Angel, A Vessel and a lightner princess - Player prophecy part 2

A follow up to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/theomniplayer/758189318633406464/a-demon-a-god-a-guardian-spirit-and-a-sad-player

While I was planning to draw this much later I’ve been struggling to make any progress on something I wanted to draw for my personal project so I decided to draw this instead since it was on my mind.

I like this format of displaying players much more then my first messy group shot, I don’t think there will be a part 3 but there might be eventually if I find enough players OCs to draw (atm I only have one more i was thinking of doing, I haven’t drawn for this, so not enough for a part 3)

From left to right: @ultrabean , @angelsgame-au , @the-milkyz and @jazminthegamer

(Edit: really sure not how to feel about how this is my most popular post when it isn’t even near my favourite one I’ve made, but if you like this then you might like my other stuff, I draw and write a lot about meta games and players, I also have my own Deltarune player sona she was just in the other half of this post that is less popular ^^’)

#fanart #meta narratives #digital art #the player #digital artwork #deltarune angel #deltarune soul #deltarune player #deltarune vessel #meta game player #Deltarune prophecy #not my characters

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atinyaccount · 2 months ago

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The Magnus Archives Ship Names

So... yeah I'm making a post about TMA ship names. I wanna keep them together!

I have some petitions.

Disclaimer: Tea Holding, Good Cows, Watched Kettle, iCloud/EyeCloud, Eyes Tea, Lonely Eyes, Martim, Pipe Bomb, What the Girlfriends, Foggy Sky, Terminal Velocity and DoorKey were here already

I put > on the ones I came up with :p My Ship Name Master Post

MONO

Jon/Martin - Jonmartin - Jmart - Marton - Tea Holding - GoodCows - Watched Kettle > Farsighted - iCloud - Eyes Tea - Cloudy Eyes

Jon Sims/Tim Stoker - JonTim - Timathon

Jon Sims/Sasha James

Jon Sims/Basira Hussain

Jon Sims/Daisy Tonner

Jon Sims/Melanie King

Jon/Elias - Jonias > Double Vision > Eyesight > Skeptical Spectacle > Vision Statement

Jon Sims/The Distortion!Helen

Jon Sims/Peter Lukas

Jon Sims/Michael the Distortion - Optical Illusion

Jon Sims/Lightner

Jon Sims/Gerard Keay > JonKeay > Ghost Eyes > Dead Eyes

Elias Jonah!/The Distortion! Michael > Distorted Vision

Elias Jonah!/Peter Lukas - Lonely Eyes

Elias Jonah!/Martin Blackwood > Marlias

Elias Jonah!/Tim Stoker - Pipe Bomb

Elias Jonah!/The Distortion! Helen Jonah/Barnabas - Empty Sockets

Anabelle/Elias

Martin Blackwood/Peter Lukas > Partin > Isolated Captain > Alone Together

Martin Blackwood/Melanie King > Tea Biscuit

Martin Blackwood/Basira Hussain Martin Blackwood/Daisy Tonner > Flower Pot

Martin Blackwood/Georgie Barker > BarkWood

Martin Blackwood/Timothy Stoker - Martim

Martin Blackwood/Sasha James > Martasha > JamesWood

Tim Stoker/Sasha James > Sashim

Basira Hussain/Daisy Tonner - Daisira > Flower Badge > Flower Cuffs > Petal Bullets

Melanie King/Basira Hussain > Melira > Blind Spot > Blue Badge

Melanie King/Georgie Barker > Georganie - What the girlfriends

Melanie King/The Distortion! Helen > Helanie

Agnes/Gertrude > Agntrude > Gertres - Smokey Eyes Agnes/Jude > Agnude > Junes

Agnes/Anabelle > Agnabelle > Anabes

Mike Crew/Oliver Banks - Terminal Velocity

Peter Lukas/Simon Fairchild - Foggy Sky

Did i miss any aesthetic ones?

I'm definitely missing a lot. To be edited :p

#the magnus archives ship names #the magus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #timothy stoker #sasha james #melanie king #basira hussain #alice daisy tonner #michael the distortion #helen the distortion #peter lukas #georgie barker

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bonzosbunker · 1 year ago

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Character Lineup for My Deltarune Chapter 3 Take

NEW LIGHTNERS: Toriel: In the dark world, she is a powerful pyromancer! This is a first in a long time since she’s done anything engaging with Kris. She’s had her concerns about Kris for a while now, but this also feels like a great opportunity for her to understand her child. Will she take it?

Undyne: In the dark word, she’s now an ace detective! Just had her whole worldview flipped on her head and is loving it. But she’s still on her own investigation into who slashed the tires and caused this anomaly. Anyone who gets in her way will be beaten with a huge magnifying glass.

Napstablook: The Dr. Watson to Undyne’s Sherlock Holmes. Somehow, they got roped into helping Undyne investigate Toriel’s slashed tires. Now they’re just here for emotional support. Wait, is that mustache real?

NEW DARKNERS: Chairiel: She runs a cozy little shop in the sprawling desert of Dreamy Drylands. Anyone who enters her shop is greeted with a great big hug. She’s also got plenty of stories to tell!

Tenna: The shady director of Cathode Entertainment and the mayor of Back Stage City. He wasn’t always super mean and bossy, but nobody can figure out why he changed his ways.

C. Rook: The new producer and the head honcho of all the Shadowmen. He may or may not be the actual one responsible for why Cathode Entertainment has been turned upside down.

Lil’ Cutie Pie Once a beloved kids show star, she was forced to change jobs by Tenna to become a full-time chef. Her mood flips between cheerful to hateful constantly, and its got others wondering if her cutesy demeanor is all a facade.

Weather Duo: Always Sunny and Partly Cloudy have always been passionate about reporting the news and for each other. Ever since the recent changes, they’re no longer allowed to show their love when they work together. Maybe with some Lightner intervention, they can be a true couple again!

Mike: The loudmouthed ex-producer of Cathode Entertainment who’s currently on the run. He was once best friends with Tenna, but now is currently investigating into his sudden change in demeanor.

The Scareiff: He was once the star of his own show until someone, thought to have been a fan of his, got too close to him. When him and his show started going downhill, he was swiftly booted from the crew and his show was cancelled. Nobody knows where he is now, but it must be somewhere out in that desert.

(everything besides kris, susie, ralsei, and the weather duo were sprited/edited by me)

#deltarune #undertale #kris deltarune #susie deltarune #toriel #undyne #napstablook #ralsei #deltarune chapter 3 #tenna deltarune #mike deltarune #weather duo #sprite art #pixel art

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vo-vehc-base-audiopropprop-t · 1 month ago

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Swap thingy

Fallton:

"HEY, EVERY, uh.. HEY YOU THREE! I CAN TELL THAT SOMEONE'S THERE! CAN YOU LITTLE SPONGES DO ME A LITTLE FAVOR?

...so what's your deal?

THEY'RE CRAZY! THEY'VE LOCKED ME UP, BUT I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!

I NEED YOUR HELP TO LET ME OUT, SO WE COULD TURN THESE SCHMOES AND DAVES INTO ROZEN GRAVES!

Why the HELL should we even help you?

CAN YOU REALLY LOOK IN MY EYES AND SAY NO!? IF YOU FREE ME I WILL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE. I'LL GRANT YOU EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER DREAM OF! HEHAHAHHAHH, SO IS IT A DEAL?

*No deal

WRONG ANSWER, WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! TRY AGAIN!

*Deal

THEN A DEAL'S A DEAL!

NOW ONTO THE NEXT STEP, I'LL BE WAITING HERE. FIND THE KEYS TO MAKE YOU BIG, MAKE ME BIG. BEFORE YOU KNOW IT, WE'LL BE TAKING A RIDE AROUND TOWN IN OUR SPECIAL HOLY CHARIOTS! HAEHAHAEHAH!

WHAT, GO MYSELF? NO! I'M LOCKED UP! THE MEN OUTSIDE WOULD.... THE MEN OUTSIDE WOULD...!"

Monty the commenter:

"NOBODY:

ABSOLUTELY NOBODY:

LITERALLY NO ONE:

2:20:23 a lightner completely ignores me

Me: am I a joke to you?

A LIGHTNER? UEE HEE HEE! I'D NEVER THOUGHT I'VE SEEN ONE, ONE! Like if you saw a lightner in 2017!!! Edit:OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LIKES! LIKES!!

LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE ALL ALONE BY YOURSELF, YOURSELF! BOO-HOO, BOO-HOO

UEE HEE HEE, BUT DON'T WORRY, WORRY! AS THEY SAY, Roses are red, violets are blue, COMPANY HAS ARRIVED HERE FOR YOU! MONTY THE COMMENTOR HAS ARRIVED! BUT LO, SO LONELY, SO LONELY I BE. SO LONELY I WAS, BUT NEVERMORE! YOU SEEM TO BE AS WELL! YOU SEEM SAD, SAD, BUT I HAVE JUST, THE THING, YOU NEED, NEED! AND THATS! I edited this comment so you don't know why I got this many likes! UEE-HEE-HEE YOU WANT IT, WANT IT! YOU NEED IT, NEED IT! WELL I HAVE A DEAL FOR YOU, WE'LL PLAY A LITTLE NUMBERS GAME. WHEN YOUR HP DROPS DO 0, YOU LOSE! SHARK TO SHARK? UEE-HEE-HEE! I WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY. NOW, NOW! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!"

#deltarune #deltaswap #jevil #spamton #my stuff

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myinner-cosmos · 4 days ago

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DELTARUNE KNIGHT THEORY!!!

//Deltarune Chapters 3+4 Spoilers!!\\

So we think it’s Dess right? Most posts i’ve seen all over have mainly been about Dess being the Roaring Knight, because of their Horns, the Wiffle Bat sword, blah blah you’ve probably seen that all by now.

But what’s not explained is our previous theory on Dess being the Lost person in the Unused Code. If Dess is the Knight, how is she also lost in the code?

One theory i remember seeing from a few days ago theorised that December’s Mind and Body have been split by whatever caused her to go missing. (I unfortunately can’t credit right now but i will in an edit/comment if i find it!!)

I want to expand on this a little bit with evidence from the Weird Route!

I propose, that if a Lightner is Fatally killed in a Dark World, their mind becomes trapped in the Dark. This would leave their Body essentially DEAD, but not turned into dust. (Which is proven to be what happens when Susie finds Gerson’s dusty hammer between Church Dark Worlds in Chapter 4). We see an active example of this with Berdly!! His Body is completely unresponsive, and his Mind is lost who knows where.. (Still in the Sealed Cyber World Fountain? In Deeper Dark than that?)

Their Mind Lost in the Dark could manifest as being in the code for us to find, like the Unused Text we suspect is December. This would be hard to pull off with Berdly’s “death” being in an optional route, so his Mind would maybe manifest in a different way we might see later!

This leaves their Body in the Light World, without Mind (or possibly even Soul), it’s a blank canvas for whatever any particular scientists or… something else’s needs. Berdly was taken to a monitored hospital by Kris, so nothing nefarious will happen with his Body. But what about Dess?

Dess disappeared a LONG time ago. Her Mind and Body have been separated for years. And if it’s all happening in the Shelter’s Unseen Dark World, who knows what could have happened to either? Somehow, her body could’ve become what we see of the Roaring Knight, with its corpse and deer resemblances.

Through Unused Shadow Crystal text from Chapter 3, we see that Undyne has also possibly been Fatally Killed in the Dark World too. Why does Who need another Body to manipulate? Or is it just the best way to keep significant Lightners from interfering?

That’s all i’ve got for now!

This theory can also work with that theory i’ve seen recently (that i also cannot find to credit as im writing this TwT) where Dess, the Vessel and Asriel were the original 3 Heros of the prophecy! Maybe after seeing Dess (and possibly the Vessel?) be Fatally Killed by ?????? in the Shelter, Asriel never speaks of or goes back to the Dark Worlds, leaving the prophecy unfulfilled and thus needing of new Heros? Also explains why he’d flee to College at the first opportunity, that’s SO much trauma lmao

Anyway that’s fully it for this post! How i personally see Dess as both the Roaring Knight and the person lost in the code!! I hope im not accidentally ripping someone else’s theory off, if i am i promise i didnt see it!!

(BTW this is first time posting on Tumblr EVER because i’ve had these theories rattling around in my brain so be kind please it’s literally 1:30 am right now TwT, and any feedback is greatly appreciated :D )

#deltarune #deltarune theory #dess holiday #the roaring knight #deltarune chapter 3 #deltarune chapter 4

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transgenderwaterrat · 16 days ago

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deltarune theories no longer true as of chapters 3 and 4

more to be added, just wanted to preserve some

suggestions welcome!

Dess not having antlers

A line (that I don't recall from where/who exactly) that referred to Noelle and Dess as "that antlered girl and her sister", which some took as meaning Dess did not have antlers. However, in chapter 3, we see Dess' silhouette during a flashback, which does have antlers.

Woody theory

A frankly batshit insane theory originally proposed by SpookyDood, it theorized that the Secret Boss for Chapter 3 was going to be inspired by Woody from Toy Story through connecting information about Toy Story and deltarune, (perhaps infamously) including an edit of "You've Got a Friend in Me" to "Friend Inside Me", one of many edits of the song Toby Fox posted on his tumblr in 2019.

Ralsei not being a Darkner/secretly a Lightner

A theory that proposed that Ralsei's discrepancies with other Darkners (not turning to stone, travel between other Dark Worlds), and other odd behavior (clearly knowing more than he lets on, being completely alone when you first meet him, resemblance/connections to Asriel) was because he was secretly a Lightner, or at least, not a Darkner (a Gonner, something else entirely, etc).

However, at the beginning of Chapter 3, Ralsei verbatim states that he is a Darkner.

Chess theory

A theory proposing that each chapter's main boss would be named after a chess piece, following the pattern of King and Queen. I am unsure of the most popular order, but I assume it would be King->Queen->Rook->Bishop->Knight->Pawn, with THE Knight being the Knight in question.

As of Chapter 3, this is not true with the main bosses, and as of Chapter 4, not true of the Secret Bosses either.

Undertale characters getting their Undertale outfits when they entered a Dark World

Nope! Toriel, Undyne, and Gerson all get completely new outfits in the Dark World. Toriel's robe is her choir outfit, however.

Toriel being a party member in Chapter 3/being part of that Chapter's Weird Route

There being multiple Knights

The idea that "Knight" was a title bestowed upon anyone who opened a Dark Fountain or there otherwise being several Knights; as of Chapter 3, there is only one.

Chapter 4 only taking place in the Light World

The material we had been shown for Chapter 4 before release, which was only showed the parts in the Light World, lead some to believe that Chapter 4 only took place in the Light World (to a lesser extent, it was also thought that Chapter 3 would only take place inside the TV Dark World). Of course, this is not true, though Chapter 4's first Light World segment is very long.

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #deltarune chapter 3 #deltarune chapter 4 #deltarune theory

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buggyrulez · 26 days ago

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i do think papyrus will be the knight in deltarune. I think the dark world is either not real, specifically made for helping lightners who don't fit in with their pupils, or both. It's an escape for those who don't feel like they have a place in the world or are struggling.

Kris, Susie, Noelle and Berdly all feel inferior or out of place in some way, and so they are allowed access to the dark world to find some sort of joy that they can't find in their lives in the real world

Ralsei says that darkners were made to serve lightners, and imo this means they're there to help the lightners that come to them feel better! It's therapeutic (*edit: The dark world gives them what they want. It gives Kris Ralsei because they're missing their family, it feels broken. It gives Susie Lancer, she wants a friend, maybe even someone she can consider a family member.)

It's very clear to me that Papyrus is not the same Papyrus that we see in undertale. Things are different in deltarune- He and his brother just moved there, he has no friends, no undyne, no royal guard to give him a goal in life. He feels alone and scared. He creates his first dark world in his bedroom closet.

"There are no skeletons in my closet, except me sometimes."

He doesn't mean any harm. He might not even mean to create fountains at all, not at first anyways. But I think that doing so gives him a purpose, it gives him something to do like a video game or a bad habit, or something someone throws themselves into when they have nowhere else to turn. He wants to help people he wants people to like him he wants to be their Knight in shining armor. There's no bad guy in this story just misunderstood characters who want to ignore their struggles and find solace in a place that accepts them

#buggytalkz #fan theories #deltarune #utdr #papyrus #papyrus is the knight

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krispdreemurr · 7 days ago

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thinking about playing deltarune as a stand alone. alternative reality verse where toby fox decided to just jump straight into making his dream game ig. minor thing to consider, but when would the player be clued into ralsei having a startling resemblance to asriel? I suppose it could be guessed from his face reveal at the end of chapter 1, and the player (funnily enough, like susie) going "....y'know, he kinda looks like Kris' mom."

that might've made some theories, but that's about the only thing I can think of from CH1. and then the only indicators to the player that ralsei and asriel are kinda alike come only when noelle rolls up in CH2, with her "he kinda looks like...." and then straight up does not acknowledge him for the rest of the chapter lol. but then in CH4 we got her saying "a boy who kinda looks like kris' brother... but not?" and susie mistaking a photo on the fridge to be a photoshopped edit of ralsei only to be vigorously told by kris all the differences between the two. which at this point theorists would probably be like ?????

i dunno. i guess it fascinates me just how we know what asriel (probably) looks like even if we've literally never ever seen him in deltarune. the stuff we hear from the other town's people shapes the type of person he seems to be, sure, but the undertale audience already knows the general gist of his personality. what he talks like. who he kinda is, even if we've only seen the version of him when he's like 12. it's like we've already been given the end puzzle of a mystery, while the rest of it still needs to be pieced together. how differently would the depictions of asriel vary if we hadn't seen him already? i mean, look at dess and all of her variations. the fanbase seems to sortaaaa have the same idea for her after a while, but there still is great variety across the board.

i'm partial to the theory that ralsei is the dreamed up idealized version of kris that they created to fit within their family, and i do feel like in standalone deltarune the audience would draw a somewhat similar conclusion. looking at just what the characters state, it is both notable that ralsei looks like asriel and notable that he is distinctly not actually a direct look-a-like. this is all to say toby fox lemme see asriel i need to shake him like a bug he's the looming figure over kris' past let me see himmmmm i wanna see how kris interacts with him please please pleaseeeeeeee

anywho i'm not sure what this all builds up to i just like to think deltarune standalone. next time humans vs monsters and [monsters vs humans}] <- lightners vs darkners fohasdkjdhdjdj. thank you!!

yeah it's definitely interesting! i do think him looking like a dreemurr + the red horns thing at the end of ch1 would have probably clued people in to the kris fursona thing, and as for the Asriel resemblance there's the anagram thing for people to solve and put together. then again, would dialogue early on mention Asriel less...?

i do think it's fun seeing everyone's very different takes on how that 12 year old turns out. like, I feel like we have a firm start point, but there's lots of routes to follow

i do hope asriel has minimal plot impact except for how he and Kris interact like I love the boy I tried and failed to write au fanfic with him just I really fear him overshadowing Kris both in game and on the meta level,

#deltarune spoilers #ch4

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spamdelta · 3 months ago

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A Re-Insight on Jolli and Jokir (Oh, and Seam is there too)

(note: this is a re-upload of my og post regarding part of my past "pre-corrupted" jevil's backstory in my au. It's being reuploaded for archival purposes (as i deactivated my old blog) and for it's relevance to my au. There have been some edits in wording but nothing really significant. Enjoy!)

Synopsis:

Based on the two joker cards in a deck, Jolli and Jokir are twin siblings that originate and live in the Card Kingdom. They’re two jesters who enjoy performing in acts and entertaining darkners, and Jolli and Jokir often have respective personas when putting on a show. However, most darkners don’t care for their acts, and as a result their audience is pretty slim to sometimes none. The only opportunity where the twins CAN perform for large audiences is when they get to perform with Seam – the Card Kingdom’s Court Magician – when they host the annual circus for all of Card Kingdom to see. The problem, however, lies in the fact that performers of the circus need permission from the four kings who rule Card Kingdom to participate – something that the kings never grant the jesters; since the last time the twins performed in the Circus years ago, an accident involving the siblings occurred and caused the circus to end in such a disaster the four kings deemed them both responsible for it – thus kicking them out of the Royal Court permanently. As such, Jolli – the more optimistic jester – works as hard as they can to practice performing and gaining the attention of more darkeners with the help of their brother, Jokir. Through their performances, Jolli hopes they both can one day become popular enough to gain the attention of the Kings again, where Jolli hopes the kings will give the twins a chance to redeem themselves and participate in the circus again – and potentially allow them back into the Royal Court once again. Meanwhile, Jokir – the more pessimistic jester – doesn’t believe the kings will grant them another chance, but doesnt have it in his heart to break Jolli’s spirits. One day, though, a powerful yet strange lightner falls into Card Kingdom and strikes a deal with Jokir, promising to help the two jesters become popular and gain attention from the kings. Believing this to be the most realistic path, Jokir agrees only to help fulfill Jolli’s dreams of joining the Royal Court again.

Jolli; They/Them; 30 years old (1996):

Being the optimistic sibling, Jolli’s slightly younger than Jokir and extroverted at heart. Jolli is a social jester with a confident, charismatic, and sometimes boisterous personality, and is also very genuine; they find no reason to hide their true personality or emotions. At the same time, Jolli can also be very blunt, eristic or stubborn with people – especially when they struggle to find logic behind things that don’t make sense to them.

Given their sociability, Jolli is friendly to anybody they meet and often tries to make friends; however, due to their strong personality and sometimes brutal honesty, not many people care to indulge in Jolli or their antics past Jolli’s entertainment. As a result, Jolli secretly feels pretty lonely a lot and admittedly doesn’t like admitting they don’t have other friends out loud – it’s one of the few secrets the jester has (this has caused a bit of a misunderstanding from Jokir, who thinks Jolli has a lot of friends due to their sparkling personality when in reality both of the twins are in the same boat). Nevertheless, Jolli tries to not let that get them down and often hangs out with Jokir or Seam to fill that loneliness.

Jolli, in essence, is also a go-getter; because they dream to join the Royal Court again, Jolli often works hard to practice performing and tries to encourage Jokir to do so as well – even if Jokir isn’t as enthusiastic about it (though, if Jokir is feeling too tired/fatigued Jolli wont force him to practice performing. Instead, he’ll act as the critic!). Jolli is also proactive and tends to take the initiative in general – often preparing themselves for the day or events ahead of time.

While Jolli is often responsible, Jolli also loves playing pranks and causing chaos (they are an energetic clown, after all). When Jolli and Jokir were part of the Royal Court, Jolli would often playfully prank the inhabitants that lived there — including the Kings — much to people’s annoyance though they didn’t take it too seriously as, for the most part, the pranks themselves were pretty harmless (and at the time, a lot of darkners enjoyed Jolli as an entertainer anyway). Nowadays, though, since their relationship with the Kings is strained Jokir asks Jolli to keep their pranks to a minimum to avoid trouble and tarnishing their reputation (they may not live in the castle anymore, but who knows how long word would spread to the Kings if a prank went awry – people love to gossip). As a result, Jolli tries to reserve their pranks for Jokir sometimes but most often for Seam (as they enjoy seeing the plush’s reactions every time), but sometimes they slip up and cause chaos where they shouldn’t.

While Jolli is a pretty energetic darkener themself, Jolli also has a weak soul (much like Jokir). Jolli’s soul will sometimes cause chest pains as well as make them suddenly feel weak and fatigued, making it difficult to even walk sometimes. While this instance happens sporadically, if Jolli overexerts themself the likelihood of it happening increases. Because Jolli doesn’t recognize their own limits sometimes, Jokir often reminds them to take breaks and is there to care for Jolli if they’re suddenly too fatigued.

In performances, Jolli’s persona is somewhat similar to their personality; when acting, Jolli plays as the “Happy-go-lucky” jester who is quite energetic and silly. In these performances, Jolli loves to perform and act in stories/tricks/jokes they and Jokir wrote (though in terms of jokes, Jokir writes most of them). They serve as the counterpart of Jokir’s persona.

Jolli’s optimism stems from their belief that life is much more enjoyable when you hold onto hope and determination – whether that be for yourself or the people you care about. Jolli also believes that even one cannot truly enjoy life if they don’t do the things that make them happy.

Jolli, unlike Jokir, also tends to take things more literally at points. As a result, sometimes the meanings behind certain jokes or comments will fly over their head (unless Jokir explains it to them). Jolli isn’t that great at telling jokes, either, which Jolli personally considers their most fatal flaw as a clown.

Due to their energy and go-getter attitude, Jolli tends to get bored easily. As such, they crave excitement and prefer to occupy themselves as often as possible with either their current hobbies or responsibilities (e.g. chores, practicing for performances, gardening, etc.); Jolli also likes trying new or exciting activities, too. As mentioned before, though, Jokir reminds Jolli to take breaks and pace themselves for the sake of their soul.

Regarding the twins’ relationships with each other, the two are very close. Jolli considers Jokir their best friend and looks up to him a lot (even if Jokir can be annoying), and they wouldn’t trade Jokir for anybody else. However, Jolli also wishes their brother would gain more self confidence in themselves and tries to encourage him or help Jokir in social situations for that reason.

Jokir; He/They; 30 years old (1996):

Being the pessimistic brother, Jokir is slightly older than Jolli yet strikingly almost the opposite of them; Jokir is mostly reserved and introverted, often observing situations rather than commenting on them. He is also pretty soft spoken, and likes to speak in lyricism and rhymes when conversing with others. At the same time, though, Jokir has major social anxiety when interacting with many people and often looks to Jolli for help.

Around others, Jokir often acts shy and nervous due to their anxiety and unconfidence when talking to others they’re uncomfortable or unfamiliar with; similar to Jolli, this has caused Jokir to feel lonely due to their difficulty in making friends (though he’s more verbal about it), and as a result Jokir tends to stick with Jolli and/or Seam most of the time.

However, whenever Jokir’s around their sibling or friends, their true personality blossoms as Jokir becomes much more laid-back, easygoing, and witty. Feeling more comfortable, Jokir is much more chill around Jolli especially and likes to joke around with them often — sometimes to the annoyance of Jolli. He also doesn’t get stubborn easily (unless you count not wanting to talk to people, to which yes, Jokir can get pretty stubborn with that), and is pretty flexible when it comes to changes as Jokir doesn’t particularly care. Around Jolli and Seam, Jokir also likes to be goofy on purpose sometimes too.

When Jolli and Jokir lived in Card Castle and were part of the Royal Court, Jokir’s personality was much more apparent as he acted much more silly and often told jokes to other darkners in addition to entertaining the Court. Additionally, he also partook in pranks and caused chaos with Jolli because it was fun and it was a sort of bonding time between the twins. After the accident years ago, though, Jokir developed a sort of fear and anxiety with getting into trouble, so he tries to steer Jolli away from causing it. This is because whenever Jolli gets in trouble, Jokir also gets in trouble, too – much to the uncharacteristic annoyance of the latter at first (likely stemming from Jokir’s insecurity revolving their reputation) This situation has also caused Jokir to dislike causing disruptions or chaos.

Whenever they’ve gotten into trouble, Jokir often feels the need to take responsibility on behalf of Jolli; this gives darkners the impression that Jokir is the more responsible twin, but this isn’t really the case. Jokir doesn’t really like doing a lot of work or planning, as he often feels unmotivated or drained to do work (or even take care of himself, sometimes); Jokir coughs it up to just being ‘lazy’ though. Whenever Jolli’s fatigued, though, Jokir is willing to drop everything and take care of them (or if he can’t, Jokir will ask Seam for help).

Similar to Jolli, Jokir has a weak soul – though the way their soul affects Jokir manifests differently. Consistently, Jokir has chronic pain (taking in the form of dull aches) mostly in parts of their upper body (e.g. arms and shoulders), though if he over-exerts himself Jokir may also experience chest pains too. This is also partially why Jokir doesn’t like doing things a lot because doing too much manual labor makes them fatigued (though not to the extent of Jolli).

Unlike Jolli, Jokir isn’t very adventurous. He prefers to stay indoors and read books or write poetry/new material for their performances. Though, Jokir will go out with Jolli if Jolli wants to hang out, but Jokir likely won’t do anything really extreme and instead will probably just observe/joke around with his sibling.

Jokir’s pessimism mainly stems from his fears and anxiety for things going wrong and negatively affecting the twins. He also tends to look a little more negatively at the reality of certain situations and tries not to get their hopes up. Inwardly, he sort of believes that optimism isn’t really realistic (based on past experiences), but Jokir would never admit this to Jolli – after all, he could be proven wrong. Notably, though, Jokir doesn’t like letting his pessimism affect others – he prefers to be more of a chill jokester and treats others equally; Jokir is surprisingly very kind to others, but not as much towards himself.

In performances, Jokir’s persona is what most darkner’s impression of him is rather than his actual personality: a sad, negative clown who worries about everything. Jokir acts in this persona because in performances, he finds it easier to play as someone else than to be more genuine (even if it means exaggerating their anxiety).

Regarding the twins’ relationship with each other, Jolli is also Jokirs’ best friend and loves their sibling a lot. While Jokir may not share Jolli’s optimism he does respect it (as opposed to thinking Jolli is foolish/naive) and admires Jolli a lot. Jokir see’s Jolli as the coolest person he’s ever met, and sometimes wishes he was like them.

Seam; They/It/She; 35 years old (1996):

Seam – pronounced “Shawm” – acts as the official magician for the Royal Court. They’re a friendly, easy-going darkner who gets along with others well. It’s also been good friends with Jolli and Jokir since the jesters were part of the Royal Court years ago. Whenever Seam visits the two, they often bring all sorts of nicknacks it’s bought or found to show off, or she also likes to stay for tea or board games the twins have. When the three play games, Jolli is the one that usually loses while Seam and Jokir are equally matched even towards the end. This usually makes the end of the game more intense as to who’ll win (or at least, Jolli makes them intense by adding dramatic narration), but there’s generally a 50/50 chance either Jokir or Seam will win (the two never take it too seriously like Jolli, though, and like to laugh about it).

Before the accident, Seam often worked alongside the twins to entertain the Kings with her magic tricks, which it still technically does today; however, since the twins have been kicked out Seam acts as the sole entertainer of the Royal Court – which can sometimes be stressful or unfulfilling as Seam is alone and the Kings are generally not amused. When the annual circus comes around, additionally, Seam feels more stressed as they’re in charge of planning preparations as the host (though luckily she doesn’t have to lead the circus thanks to the ringmaster, just plan and direct it – Seam can just play as the main magician performance-wise); this is different from when the jester twins were part of the Royal Court as the two often helped Seam out with preparations for the circus (being the other two Royal entertainers), but now that the two can’t join the Kings forbade Seam from seeking help from Jolli and Jokir (which Seam has broken a few times anyway to ask for advice from the twins. I mean, who’s gonna stop them?). Seeing how badly the twins want to join the circus and be part of the Royal Court again as well, Seam asked the Kings many times to grant them one more chance to perform in the circus but to no avail – the Kings won’t listen, especially the King of Spades.

Even though the jester twins were kicked out of the Royal Court years ago, Seam visits them sometimes anyway because she enjoys their company and as friends. Seam enjoys Jolli’s enthusiasm and antics (though is always surprised somehow (comically, so) by their pranks, but Seam laughs at itself anyway afterwards), and Jokir’s laid-back and humorous attitude is also enjoyable to be around. She also finds the occasional bickering between the two twins very amusing, as well. However, Seam’s noticed how the two seem so hard on themselves in regards to their situation (with Jolli always pushing themselves despite their disability, and Jokir’s insecurities and anxiety manifesting in criticizing himself), and because of that Seam sympathizes the twins and wishes they wouldn’t push themselves so much (and tells them such) – the two have inherent value even if they don’t ever end up performing in the circus or joining the Royal Court again.

#my art #my writing #deltarune #deltarune au #jevil #jevilposting #jokir #jolli #seam #seam deltarune #deltarune oc #inl1997 #inl1997 au #its no longer 1997 #eye contact #eye contact cw #ask to tag #for the record i will post spam's stuff eventually im just slowly posting lore related stuff for my au for context lol #as inl1997 both revolves around spam and jevil

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right-brain-left-brain · 2 months ago

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Could you tell me about the little snake guy you reblogged my secret boss reactions with?

Yes, and gladly (Sorry for being way late tho!). Buckle up folks, here's another Deltarune fan secret boss from my take that I've been holding on for a good year or so. Though, if you've seen my most recent post, it's now less snake and more apple with a snake for one of its leaves.

Alright, Chapter 4. Chapter 4 (predictably) takes place in the Church. Sure, Saturday isn't the day for Mass, but Deltarune's religion is simply just analogous and inspired by Christiniaty, not directly it. Welp, that's a rant for another day.

Here's some context. A portion of Chapter 4 in my take is going to be some more exploration of Hometown, especially recently accessible areas (at least going by the screenshots from that one newsletter). By the end of this "slice of life" segment, we visit the Church for Deltarune's-religion-Mass, where most of Hometown can be there. In terms of potential extra Lightners, I can see Rudy, Alvin, Catti and Jockington, and maybe Monster Kid (see next paragraph) as choices. Following Chess theory, I believe there would be two "bishops" (or just a two faced guy maybe), though the main boss would be Father Basilicus (who in the Light World is a church altar).

The Church would parallel Waterfall (by the reverse Undertale theory, Chapter 3 is Hotland, while Chapter 2 is the CORE), even having the main "castle area" be named Purewater Cathedrals. The main theme of escapism would still be religion for the most part, but partially influenced by stories/fantasy since Gerson wrote the "Lord of the Hammer" novel. So a Waterfall parallel may make sense for Monster Kid to be involved too? (Edit: This was originally written a year ago and good lord we called Jockington (and maybe Catti) as part of Chapter 4 in a presumably Church based Dark World)

I think I already gave some details on Lucle just yesterday, so let's get to the main parts. The backstory?

The Purewater Cathedrals is the place where all the Darkners of the Holylands (I've got to come up with a better name ngl) convene for their periodic. Darkners of the Holy Lands all gather to worship the Angel (or at least their idea of what the Angel is), as well as receive their blessings. To serve as the Angel's mouthpieces, The Circle of Runes, the Cathedrals' head priests, deliver sermons and recite prayers, touching the heart and souls of their followers. Among the clergy is Basilicus, and Lucle.

Lucle was a preacher who spoke from her heart. Most importantly, she spoke of acts of kindness, of genuineness and returning good favors, for good tidings come around to those who reciprocate. And zhe was a preacher who practiced what zhe preached; from donations to aiding in renovation, to even running an orphanage not far off from the Cathedral, she made sure to do good because he believes there are good in others. Truly, good tidings come around those who reciprocate. For that is what the Angel wants. For that is what can be called love.

Love, how ironic that it can stand for something else.

One night, on an otherwise ordinary Gathering, yet another sermon is delivered as Lucle stood (don't worry, there's a wooden box to help her reach up) behind the podium, recalling an anecdote of one baker who gave away bread not only because he made one too many, but because he want others to not be hungry. An act of kindness. But from the crowd seated on the pews, one strange person, or rather man, stood out. For one brief second, the man looked straight through his eye, his smile appearing almost like cracks on a skull. Though unnerved, quickly brushes it off and continues her sermon, though she swears he could see the peripherals of her sight... darken, even if by a bit. Must be the nighttime, right?

The gathering is closed off peacefully with a prayer recital and blessings from the angel via the Circle of Runes. As the Darkners leave to return home, Lucle spots the mystery man amongst them, seemingly leaving for the Cathedral's door.

The Cathedral has a room where it stores valued antiques and objects for Gatherings or prayers. During her time, Lucle is one of the priests tasked with overseeing and guarding them. Tonight just happens to be her shift. As she finishes and walks off to the Cathedral's halls, she is silently approached by that strange man. The same man who smiled at her like shattered glass. The same man who she thought had left the sermon.

Just a walk away, up a small mountain, a sacred garden lies behind the Cathedral; the Gilded Grove. This too was another part of the church tended to and guarded by the Circle of Runes. Lucle herself was fond of this place, for not only was there a lot of trees and flowers, but she felt much closer to the Angel under the biggest and most sacred tree, the Angel's Boughs. The man suggested that he holds his confession near another tree, however. Before she asked how they'd get through when another member guarded the gates, she was motioned to walk through a gray door that never was there. And now they've reached the garden.

There was a tree of red leaves that didn't look like a tree she knew- actually, was it ever there?

The man came to her to talk about some things. A confession, if one wills. Lucle finds it odd that someone, let alone someone who she believes is a newcomer to the Cathedrals, would want to meet up with one of the clerical staff. Nevertheless, she agreed to the man's request, and allowed him to... "confess", for the lack of a better word. The man happily obliges, and, perhaps in an attempt to help explain his confession produces a small crystal shard, so dark it emanated darkness.

"MY CONFESSION... IS THE REALIZATION OF KNOWLEDGE. KNOWLEDGE NOT OF THESE... WORLDS."

Motioned to watch into the crystal, Lucle looks and sees... visions? For one, a room. One not unlike the architecture of the Holylands, from the houses of common Darkners, to the Purewater Cathedrals itself, yet so different. Despite the similarity, it felt alien. But the other thing she saw...

"MY SIN... IS KNOWING LOVE. AND LOSING THE POWER TO WARN OTHERS"

The strange man spoke, almost like he's narrating it. This second vision, the dagger cutting through them, dust where there once were someones... How could someone mercilessly lay a hand on those creatures? Those people? Those with friends and family, who have either fled in fear or fallen the same? All to fulfils this "LOVE".

This isn't love. Love is cherishing your close ones, love is helping someone as best as you could from the bottom of your heart, love is peacefully resolving conflict, love is giving to those in need, love is sheltering the weak. Love is passing the blessings of the Angel. Love is... kindness.

The next day, on another Gathering, Lucle made her way to the podium. Some of the other members of the Circle noticed a small change in her. She's never seem so split before. How long did she cry for tear stains to still be there? Halley and (The) Belfriar were the first to notice; it seemed like one of her leaves took on a snake-like shape. When did that happen? Even her leaves took on the same colors from the Angel's Boughs light green and gold foliage, a most sacred tree's likeness. No one, no matter how pious to the Angel they are, could possibly ever touch one. Lucle's fellow priests simply brushed off the snake-like leaf as something to entertain the kids. Kids can be fickle, so they need something to hold their attention for lessons and stories, right? She has time and time always agreed to make sure that the children stay in the right path, after all.

Then, the sermon...

Not one word was uttered under the premise of guidance, enlightenment, and counsel. No, these were manic ramblings of true love and LOVE, and the distinctions only made sense to her. She preaches about how he can see a "meter by everyone's name", and how the more LOVE they have compared to genuine kindness, the more the Angel abandons this world for another one. In fact, speaking of the Angel, there truly was no good intention behind their will. The Angel brought forth the Holy Lands not to grant them the joy of living and salvation under servitude, but because of... fun. The Angel brought them to life for its own amusement, and in one vision did she see a world where the Angel descended to lay waste on the Holy Lands with a misguided prophet.

It was then when she realized that she has now been pitted against the people she once tended to via service as a price for true enlightenment. The Man offered a bite of the forbidden fruit, and fall she did. Heavy is the bitter truth, the heaviest weight to tether faith itself.

In a place so dark, darker than even the steps below the spires, a fallen priestess woke up with barely any recollection. Sealed for the truths she learned, abandoned by her fellow devotees, and discarded for what she swore (from the bottom of her heart) wasn't heresy. Every now and then, the second leaf whispers her own guilt and other terrible things to her. Even if her descent is locked behind amnesia.

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Now, for the (still unpolished) gameplay stuff.

In battle, you'll alternate between the Red and Green SOUL, though most attacks use the latter SOUL mode. Pressing the Z button charges up a shield spin to counter otherwise unavoidable attacks. The battle will also have Green bullets, which (if you remember from Undertale) can heal you, so try not to block those out.

Getting to her battle would involve undergoing a night vigil, holding a "Warding Candle" as you scale up from the Depths to the Angel's Boughs, a great sacred tree central to the Holy Lands' beliefs (in the Light World, this would be Gerson's hammer). Getting to eat a fruit from the tree would be a snake minigame where you have to score a certain point (her little snake bow thingy would be able to stretch). Eat enough fruits and, well...

In terms of speech quirk, she'd sometimes speak in quotations and put numbers in the end of each quoted sentences, as if they're bible verses, though the second number is always 17. Also, on verses that are in multiples of 6 (6, 12, 18, 24, so on), she'd say something that borders on 4th wall breaking lore bombs, if not actually breaking it. Kind of like those religious edutainment cartoons since that's what she is in the Light World.

I guess I could leave a mini recap of what each of the mentioned darkners' Light World counterparts are:

Basilicus (main boss): Church altar

Lucle (secret boss): Confiscated kid's book

Halley (shopkeep): Whatever Deltarune's equivalent of tarot cards are

Belfriar (both the species and the main one): Church bells

So yeah... that was a long one. This should be my take on the Chapter 4 secret boss. Again, sorry if it took ages to get this out, especially with the actual Chapter 4 dropping, but hopefully that clears things up. Now, I should be on my way to- Wait...

...Who's that..?

#deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune secret boss theory #deltarune chapter 4 #deltarune church dark world #Lucle #So sorry that this took much longer than needed to release #Elymas and Lucle interactions have now entered my brain

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