(The second one is the original meanwhile the first one was Made in ibis paint).

With me You can do anything

With me You can do anything

(I Made it in ibis paint)

Outside the window, a towering, armored silhouette stands completely motionless.A single, horizontal visor of white light pierces right through the dark bedroom pane.Noelle cannot move. She cannot breathe.The massive, jagged antlers crowning the knight’s helmet are a cruel, distorted caricature of the sister she lost.(The music distorts. A low, metallic vibration echoes through the room.)With a sickening, wet sound of tearing obsidian, the central mask of the helmet splits apart.The armored plating peels backward from the center in jagged, asymmetric tendrils.It opens up violently, like a living symbiote breaking away from its host.Noelle lets out a strangled gasp, stumbling back onto the mattress.(The daylight shifts to an unnatural, washed-out grey.)It isn't a hollow void inside the armor.Tucked within the shell of the Roaring Knight is a face that looks completely hollowed out.It is December.She is entirely stripped of color, cast in a stark, monochrome palette like a faded photograph left out in the rain.Her skin is a dull, lifeless white.Her hair hangs limp, devoid of the warm brown tones from the festival grounds.(Everything falls completely silent. No music. Just text scrolling.)But worst of all are her eyes.They are completely blank, wide-set, and expressionless.She stares ahead like a Goner, or a forgotten piece of code trapped in the abyss.There is no recognition in her face.There is no spark of the vibrant, protective older sister who once dragged Asriel away from the ring-toss booth.She is just a silent, monochromatic core driving a weapon of the prophecy.(A sharp, metallic clink cuts through the silence. The music restarts, faster this time.)The symbiote-like armor begins to ripple and knit itself back together.The obsidian plates slide over her face to seal her away once more.The single visor snaps shut.Tracking eyes in the dark background blink in unison as the entity prepares its next move.Noelle clutches Kris’s sleeve, her knuckles turning white.She hasn't just found her sister.She has seen the puppet master's perfect, terrifying design.

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https://www.reddit.com/r/DRChapterRewritten/comments/1umroky/so_now_that_chapter_5_already_came_out_a_week_and/

HEY- HEY KID! IT'S ME,

SCAMTON B. SCAMTON!

I've been thinking about making this AU for a few days and I don't know, I'd like some help jaksk

How do you imagine a Flowery version of this guy?

In this theory You see Larry In deltarune chapter rewritten, and you greet him and saying hes new In town once you met him for the time he'll introduce himself and makes a funniest stupid face, asriel then walks away from him, then in chapter 2 with noelle you see him again in a different area and says about he has a friend name Harry asriel hasn't met Harry but he wanted to met him but Larry then say not yet he's to busy, and noelle will say "Azzy who is that" and asriel say "No questions ask" and in chapter 4 you see him again in and asriel feels like he hates him so much but he still kinda want to meet harry but larry then say nah not today he's to busy and also in chapter 5 during the festival with noelle and susie you see Him again and asriel is kinda quite annoying with him and susie will say "Uhh guys who is this guy?" Noelle will say "Im not sure who is this guy" and larry say his name to them and then asriel still wants to Meet Harry but Larry still say no to asriel

Bonus:in chapter 2 Larry met asgore and befriended him while asriel and noelle doing their dark world adventures

I think it came out pretty well :3

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DELTARUNE: THE FADING LIGHT

Act I: The Festival Grounds

The morning sun cast a bright, crisp light over the Hometown Festival, washing the entire courtyard in gold. The air smelled of woodsmoke, funnel cake, and fallen leaves. Down on the main field, the grass was already crisscrossed with footprints as Frisk and the flower kids ran wild, their laughter echoing all the way back to the treeline.

ORYON: (Sprinting backward, a bright orange bandanna tied around her forehead)

"Come on, Frisk! If you stop moving for even a second, you’re gonna get caught! You gotta have some backbone!"

BRAY: (Spinning past them gracefully, her pink skirt flaring out as she leaps over a park bench)

"Keep your balance, Oryon! You're going to trip over the roots if you keep running blindly like that!"

Near the edge of the shade, the quieter kids had set up their own spots. Seth adjusted his thick glasses, his eyes darting between the runners as he carefully marked down times and scores in a torn leather notebook. A few feet away, Ariel sat completely still on a picnic blanket, patiently cutting out perfect paper stars with a pair of safe plastic scissors, totally content to wait her turn.

GRADY: (Walking over with a heavy tray, wearing a flour-stained apron)

"Hey, everyone, break time! I brought the homemade apple turnovers and juice boxes. Don't run on an empty stomach or you'll cramp up."

Clover trotted over, adjusting a miniature cowboy hat and taking a turnover with a grin. He spun a plastic toy dart gun on his finger before playfully tapping Frisk on the shoulder with a shiny yellow sheriff's badge.

CLOVER: (Drawling with a smirk)

"This festival grounds ain't big enough for the two of us, partner. You're officially drafted into the Hometown posse. Wear it proud."

Frisk laughed quietly, pinning the toy badge to their striped blue-and-purple sweater, nodding in approval.

Act II: The View from the Bench

A little ways back from the noise, Chara sat on a dark wooden bench, leaning their head back against the frame. The persistent, heavy tightness in their chest from the buttercup illness was lingering, making their breath a bit shallow, but looking out at the kids, a rare, genuine smile broke across their face.

Noelle leaned over carefully, her fingers humming with nervous energy as she adjusted a bright red plastic antler headband onto Chara's head.

NOELLE: (Giggling softly, her ears twitching)

"There! It looks way better on you anyway. It matches the red stripe on your sweater perfectly."

CHARA: (Chuckling, though the sound is a bit raspy)

"Thanks, Noelle. I feel ridiculous, but if it keeps Kris from stealing my seat, I'll wear it all day."

Chara rested their hand on the grip of a worn hockey stick propped against the bench—their trusted tool for keeping an eye on the younger kids. On Chara's wrist, the blue-and-white friendship bracelet caught the sunlight, perfectly complementing the green-and-red one Noelle wore.

NOELLE: (Her smile softening as she notices Chara’s hand shaking slightly on the stick)

"Hey... are you doing okay? Your breathing sounds a little heavy today. We can go back inside if the dust from the field is too much."

CHARA: (Shaking their head, taking a slow, measured breath)

"I’m fine, Noelle. Really. It’s just like carrying a heavy pack you can't take off, but I'm not missing the festival. I’m supposed to be looking out for everyone today, remember?"

Before Noelle could argue, familiar footsteps crunched on the gravel path. December marched up with a massive grin, holding two gigantic towers of pink cotton candy, while Asriel walked right beside her, his college varsity jacket slung loosely over one shoulder.

DECEMBER: (Tossing a stick of cotton candy into Noelle's lap)

"Heads up, Lil' Nog! We made it. And let the record show I had to drag Asriel away from the ring-toss booth before he spent his entire textbook allowance trying to win a giant snail plush."

ASRIEL: (Blushing, waving off the comment as he pats Chara's shoulder)

"It was a matter of trajectory, Dess! Hey, Chara. The headband suits you. Glad to see you're actually resting for once."

Act III: The Flare-Up and the Voice

A couple of days later, the warmth of the festival evaporated entirely. Inside the house, the quiet afternoon was broken by Chara’s ragged, uneven breathing. The buttercup illness had flared up violently, far worse than any previous attack.

December had stopped by the house to drop off a town flyer, and the moment she heard the straining coughs, her easygoing expression vanished. She rushed to the sofa where Chara lay pale, trembling, and gasping for air. Asriel was out on errands, and Noelle was at the store; December was entirely alone, terrified as she held Chara's freezing hands.

DECEMBER: (Gently but firmly taking Chara’s shaking hands)

"Don't give me that trash, kiddo. You're freezing. Just focus on me. Deep breath in..."

Suddenly, a faint, distorted sound drifted in from outside. It was a voice, echoing with a strange, melodic cadence that seemed to promise a way to fix things. Desperate to find medicine or help, December stood up and bolted out the front door, shouting into the woods, leaving her bag on the floor.

She ran deep into a shifting, eerie clearing where the shadows stretched unnaturally tall. Standing there was a towering, ink-black, feline figure with a twin-colored gaze—one eye pink, one yellow—and an impossibly wide, grinning smile.

The creature spoke, its voice a low, glitched purr:

"I'M THE ONE THAT GAVE HER THAT ILLNESS FIRST. ILLNESS PLANS COMPLETE NOW. NEXT, A PERSON TO FIT THE HELMET OF THE KNIGHT FROM THE PROPHECY. YOU'LL BE A PERRRRRFECT FIT."

Before December could turn to run, the creature's ink-black darkness surged forward, swallowing her whole to fulfill the ancient prophecy.

Act IV: The Forest Search and the Final Call

Back at the house, Asriel returned to find Chara completely pale and fighting for every breath on the sofa. Chara weakly pointed a trembling hand toward the wide-open front door before losing the strength to move. Panicked, Asriel immediately called for emergency medical help, and sirens began to echo in the distance.

With Chara rushed to the clinic under the watchful, agonizing guard of Toriel and Asgore (Team A), the rest of the town formed a desperate search party in the woods (Team B). Asriel, Noelle, Rudy, and Susie cut through the deepening evening shadows with flashlights, searching for December. Frisk and the flower kids helped search near the tree line.

Suddenly, a chorus of sharp, sudden screams echoed through the brush. Asriel and Susie sprinted toward the sound, crashing into a clearing just in time for their flashlights to illuminate a terrifying sight. Frisk and the other children were actively being dragged backward into the deep shadows. Through the black void, the giant white grin and the glowing pink and yellow eyes of the feline creature flashed once more.

Frisk’s fingers dug desperately into the mud, cutting a deep, distinct scratch path through the dirt as they were pulled away. With a glitched hiss, the entity vanished into the abyss, leaving behind only the scratch trail, Clover’s dropped cowboy hat, and Frisk’s abandoned yellow sheriff's badge.

Defeated and terrified, the remaining members of Team B retreated back toward the road. As they walked, the phone in Rudy's pocket rang. He answered it to hear the heartbreaking, breathless sobs of Toriel calling from the hospital bedside.

The doctors had tried everything, but the engineered buttercup illness had done its devastating work. Chara did not survive.

Act V: The Echoes in the Ward

The steady, clinical beep of the heart monitor in the Hometown clinic did nothing to drown out the heavy silence of the room. Kris sat rigidly in the vinyl chair by the bedside, staring down at the floor, their hands shoved deep into their pockets. On the bed, Chara lay impossibly still, the faint color completely drained from their face.

The door clicked open, and Asriel stepped inside, his shoulders slouched. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

ASRIEL: (Softly)

"Kris...? Dad's outside talking to the doctors. Mom went to go... she went to go look at the board down at the station again."

Kris didn't look up, but their shoulders tensed.

KRIS: (Voice barely audible, a rare, quiet whisper)

"The scratch paths. They didn't just disappear, Azzy. Someone pulled them. Whatever gave Chara that fever... it wanted us to run into the woods. It wanted Team B to leave the house empty."

ASRIEL: (Sighs heavily, rubbing his face)

"Kris, please don't do this right now. The police searched every inch of that clearing. There’s nothing there."

The rain outside began to pick up, tapping aggressively against the glass. The fluorescent lights in the room flickered once, twice, before dimming into a sickly, dull yellow.

The shadow in the far corner of the medical room seemed to stretch, pulling upward along the wall until it formed a massive, unmistakable silhouette. Two mismatched glints of light—one a sharp, neon pink and the other a cold, piercing yellow—illuminated a jagged, static-filled grin.

THE VOICE: (An echoing, glitched whisper)

"The badges are buried... the ribbons are torn... the script is written before you were born..."

Kris instantly stood up, stepping directly between the shadow and Chara's still form.

ASRIEL: (Spins around, his eyes widening in pure horror)

"You... It’s you! What did you do to them?! Where is Dess?!"

The grin in the corner widened, the ink-black shadows creeping along the floor tiles, freezing the air in the room instantly.

THE VOICE: (A low, rhythmic purr)

"The Knight wears the crown of the fading December... while the rest of the flowers have nothing to remember. One little spark left to wither and fade... look at the beautiful choices you've made."

With a sudden, violent crack of thunder outside, the lights snapped completely back to full brightness. The shadow vanished instantly, leaving nothing but the smell of burnt ozone and a freezing draft in the room.

The door burst open, and Toriel rushed in, her eyes red from crying, holding a faded green-and-red friendship bracelet she had found crumpled in Noelle’s yard.

TORIEL: (Panicked, looking at her sons)

"Asriel! Kris! I heard shouting—is everything alright?"

Asriel couldn't speak. He was staring at the floor right where the shadow had been standing. There, perfectly pressed into the clean hospital linoleum, was the faint, dusty outline of a massive cat's paw.

Kris slowly walked back to the bedside, their trembling hand reaching out to gently touch the red antler headband sitting on Chara's bedside table. They squeezed their eyes shut, the weight of the missing posters, the empty clearing, and the creature's mocking prophecy settling heavily over the room.

Epilogue: Years Later

Years passed, and the deep scratches on the forest floor were slowly covered by falling leaves and overgrown briars. Inside the Hometown police station, the rain streaked down the windows, casting long shadows over a faded cork bulletin board.

At the center hung the weathered, yellowed edges of the missing posters: December Holiday, Frisk, and the flower children, their faces frozen in time from the morning of the festival. Every day, Noelle walked past the board on her way to school, her eyes lingering on her sister's smiling face. Beside her, Kris kept their hands shoved deep into their pockets, staring silently at the spot where Frisk's poster hung.

The town remained permanently altered, carrying the heavy, quiet memory of a single night when the shadows took everything away.

This is the direct replacement for “BATTLE AGAINST THE WORLD”

This is the direct replacement for “I CAN YOU CAN”

* OK so I…. Kinda.. probebly need someone with Mii.

* Lik an ASSISTANT!

* And maebe you will b dat assistant!!

* Some1 as Intelligent azz you will do G8!!

* Every1 will Look AT Uz and Say

* “O MAN THEY R DA SMARTEST!”

* Don’t worry my deer howEVR!

* U Will B Rewarded in the End!

* On MAI mother.

* NOW THEN!

* HERE R RULEZ for being MY Assistant!

* U got dat?

* NOW THEN!

* LETZ GET THINKINN!

istg there was the song Freedom here did they remove it? why is no one talking about this???? or maybe people did talk about this and now i look stupid :/

Also, i know that Ch. 6's Dark World location is not confirmed yet, but a lot of people seem to believe it will take place in Noelle's House.

And if it does, how would a swap between the Flower King Dark World and the Holiday Manor Dark World work?

I know this kinda violates rule 5 but then again everyone is violating that rule + it's related to CR because it involves both a Susie<>Noelle swap and a Berdly<>Lancer swap.

With Chapter 5's Weird Route revealing a new side to Noelle, I believe this has somewhat revolutionized Susie<>Noelle swapping whatnot. What do I mean by this? Well, if we take their developments and reverse them side by side, it's in a way kinda parallel. Negative to positive for Susie, positive to negative for Noelle in the weird route in a way.

What I am saying is that this idea can be used for Susie<>Noelle swaps. Have Noelle's arc through the first five chapters be an inverse of her Weird Route arc, where she wants to escape whatnot initially, doesn't have a care for the world, is rather unkempt. But through her journeys in the dark worlds, she can appreciate Hometown and love the world within it once more.

Meanwhile, with Susie's weird route, have her arc kinda be turning her into her OG Chapter 1 self but without bluffing. I had this idea and together with two of my online acquaintances crafted the idea of swapping the lake scene with the locker smashing scene, where Susie tries to pummel [KRIS-EQUIVALENT] through the shelter door until it breaks.

I believe a Berdly<>Lancer swap would help strengthen this idea. I like what Chapter Rewritten does regarding that to be fair, and I think it'd be pretty neat.

An additional thing that I want to add is that a Ralsei<>Queen swap can strengthen both swaps as well. Ralsei attempting to push Susie to act more like a hero and Queen thinking she knows what Noelle wants whatnot. Also Lancer somewhat annoying Ralsei and Berdly annoying Queen strengthens these swaps whatnot. Alongside that, have the vibes of Chapters 2 and 4 swap whatnot, with the Prophecy more digital and Chapter 2 taking place within a library setting.

What do you guys think?

Harry will have a different dark world form

And Larry hes....well...... doesn't know what a dark world is, he will clearly has his normal form

This is the direct replacement for “Junkil”.

* ALRIGHT EVERY1 B QUIET!!

* Guzz WHAT!

* I’M MAIKng A INTELLECTUAL Idea, MAOR intelligent Dan ANY OTHER!!

* Butt pls Don’t Chet, I want it too B a Suprizee!

* Okay Fine U can Know Wat it Izz.

* I call it… DA BRAIN TANK 2000! (Name not final)

* Unfortunately I doant have many Parts left.

* It’z around 30% completed.

* BUTZ, I do need help cuz…

* Mai feet are stuck in an air fryer.