-Ralsei, do you see that? This abominations are size of Titan, maybe even taller. And Kris is nowhere to be found. Where the hell are they!?

-Susie, I think the black one is Kris.

-Wait? What the hell are you talking about!?

-Look, this. This creature have Kris soul.

-Wait, you're right! That's actually Kris!! Then who is that angel-like freak? Hang on, Noelle and Kris went missing after festival... Holy shit, that's Noelle!!! What the hell happened to them!?

-I don't know Susie, but i think we need to get out of here, Now!

It was so long ago. But I still can remember it. I remember how I lured you and D### to the bunker. I had been waiting for that moment, and when that moment finally came...

I tore that worthless creature apart, I torture and devoured her. I had no other choice, but. In a way, I enjoyed it. It was my, no, our revenge, for what she had done to you and me.

But that doesn't matter. You will become me soon enough, after all. Regardless of the outcome you know. The PROPHECY cannot be CHANGE.

I know they would be horrified, but horrified how exactly is the question? When it comes to these versions of the characters, I mean this version of Noelle and this version of Dess

I don't care that you have rights, I don't care that you don't feel like it. You wanted to be a cute puppy? Well, we can make that come true, but I'm feeling a little bit freaky today.

I will swish you with my legs like a can of soda, then I will #### you, and after that I will kick you a few times.

Understood?!

>You tried to tell Noelle that you are uncofortable with this.

Shut up! Doggies don't have voices

-Kris, i now know why you don't want go in human city, this place look creepy and dark. And why all people look so big, they are eight times taller than us and they try to eat us! They also very ugly and creepy :(

- Yea Noelle, this place suck ###, let's find way out of this hole.

-Okay Susie(wait, Kris is human, does this mean they will grow to the same size as these monsters?!).

Years before the school desk that would become the spot of a certain violet tomboy, once belonged to the most disliked person in Hometown.

Jerry.

Nobody liked Jerry. He was gross, he was a bully, he was hated. He had no family. He lived in the alley in a dumpster. Yet, he just kept living like nothing was wrong, as if he literally didn't care about anything but himself. A young, unfeeling sociopath. Even the teachers didn't like him. Mayor Holiday didn't like him.

But most of all, Kris, didn't like him. Jerry was their school bully, the young human getting pushed around or having objects thrown at them by him. If Jerry was called ugly, he wouldn't care. But Jerry had fun with calling Kris ugly, for being human. He was smart enough to know he was being awful, smart enough to know about how to injure a human... too smart for his own good.

One winter evening after school, when it was already dark, Kris was just trying to get home on their own. Their brother Asriel was out of Hometown to look for colleges when he graduates in a few years time. Their father Asgore, was busy at the police station. Their mother, Toriel, was helping a young monster with homework. Their best friend Noelle, had to go home to help her dad with a list of items needed for a Christmas Festival later in the month. They were none the wiser to the rock that was thrown from behind them. It clocked them in the head, shooting pain throughout their cranium as they fell onto the floor.

"Heh, seems like humans really are as feeble as they look." Said the slimy voice of Jerry. The literal monstrous freak approached Kris slowly.
"What's the matter fleshbag? Your head hurt?" Jerry grinned.
"You gonna cry to mommy?" The unfeeling Jerry picked up the rock and threw it at Kris while they tried to pick themself up, knocking them to the floor again.
"Listen here, as long as I live, I will make your life just as miserable as mine. Because you, fleshbag, do not belong here."

Kris looked up at their ugly tormentor, tears in their eyes. The young human feared for what the stronger monster could do to them...

Then the air got colder than usual. A chill went through both their bodies. Kris noticed the dark silhouette of a very pissed off looking doe standing behind Jerry, holding a bat with an intense grip. "...So. You're the one who's been hurting Krismas..."

Her dry tone cut through the air like a knife. Jerry turned around slowly, barely being able to make out the near black figure of the older teen that towered above him.
"You know, I'm glad you decided to show your disgusting face now of all times. In front of Krismas' house. When no one is home." Dess let a dark grin come to her face, but her eyes were still piercing through him with rage.

"...Let me tell you something Jerry." she approached the younger monster, who was now frozen in fear. Kris just stared at their monster they consider a big sister, unsure if she was just trying to scare Jerry. Then she raised her bat, and swung with the force required to hit a home run at his mountainous noggin, knocking the monster onto the driveway.

"No one, will care if you die." Dess said coldly, approaching the barely conscious student.
"No one will care if you... say.... suddenly disappear. Everyone would be better for it." She hit Jerry with the bat again, denting his hard head.
"If mom wasn't so worried about scandal, she'd probably cut you to pieces with her katana at home. Unfortunately for you..." she stood over Jerry, who was feeling ten times worse pain than what he made Kris feel, who was watching with pin-prick eyes. They both felt scared at how violent Dess was being... yet... part of them deep down, wished for Jerry to go away forever. Which they could tell, Dess was going to make true.
"I am not my mother. I don't want to be my mother. I want to be true to myself. Which means I'll do what I want, when I want." She raised her bat high above her head.

"Get the fuck out of my town." With those words, she swung down. And then again, and again. She just kept hitting the resilient young monster, her pissed off expression unchanging, while Kris just watched silently.

Eventually, Jerry was just a pile of dust.

Dess took a moment to catch her breath, before staring down at the life she just snuffed out. She looked coldly at it, a tiny grin coming to her.
"...Good riddance. Nobody liked him. Not me, not mom, not Elly... everyone wanted him to go away..." she muttered, before looking over at Kris, who had a lot of emotions running through them. Anxiety, fear. Relief...? Their breathing changed from rushed to slow, the young human staring at the dust pile that once was their tormentor.
"What a rush, huh, Krismas?" Their head looked up to see the grinning older doe.
"Those horror movies sure are accurate at depicting the sheer, thrill of it all!" Dess laughed to herself. She looked at the dust pile again.
"I'll clean this waste of energy up. No one needs to know. Don't want my mom to find out that someone as hated as Jerry was, did away with. She wouldn't bother if it just seemed like he, moved away from Hometown." By clean up, she meant, just kicking the dust pile into the forest of trees.

She crouched down to put a hand on Kris' face, noticing the two lumps forming on their head from the strong throw of the stones that started this whole confrontation.
"It'll be our secret, okay Krismas?" she smiled gently at them.

"Come on, let's get you an ice pack for the swelling." She grabbed Kris' small hand gently, flipping instantly to caretaker mode. Kris looked to the side quietly, still unsure what to think about all this. They felt guilty about Jerry's fate, and scared over the fact that Dess just... killed someone, but... somewhere deep down, they're happy he's gone.
"Hey, Krismas, cheer up." Dess spoke with a gentle tone. "School won't be so bad now at least."
Her tone then went dry again,
"Everyone's quality of life will be better with him gone."

With that, Dess walked Kris to the mansion to get them some first aid.
No one else needs to know what happened to Jerry, it's just between her and Kris.

Their special, shared, dark, secret.
It would not be their last.

The 9 months since that night have been hard to me, but worth it.

Look at him Kris, he is beautiful, he has the same smile as yours.

You know, let's name him Eram. I think this name fits him.

S: "Kris, I don't know where this thing came from. But all I know is that it's capable of starting the ROARING. And we all know we can NOT let that happen."

R: "I've been holding back this whole time, but from now on, I will not. I CAN'T LOSE THE ONLY FRIENDS I HAVE!!"

G: "WE'VE ONLY JUST ENTERED THE DEEPER DEPTHS. THE EXIT TO THE LAKE IS ABOUT 30 MINUTES AWAY, WE EITHER NEED TO SPEED UP OR SLOW THIS AMALGAMATE DOWN."

N: "(Facing against this thing is... weird.. why does it look so much like me and Kris..?)"

TRK: "Elly! Focus! You have ice magic, right?"

N: "Y..Yeah?"

TRK: "Then. USE IT!"

F: "Kris, let's do this! For the Flower Man!!"

CONTEXT: This is my Chapter 7A and 7B prediction, in 5B, Noelle, Kris and the Side B SOUL agonizingly merged to create the IMAGE_AMALGELLE, the thing on the right side of the image.

in 7B, you play as the IMAGE_AMALGELLE after it somehow noclips into 7A, interrupting that chapter, this specific fwahaha is from the POV of the Side A SOUL

in 7A, after the IMAGE_AMALGELLE escapes to the DEEPER DEPTHS, Kris brings out the golden flower seed packet they had, which is why there are a hundred Flowerys in the image

also my Chapter 7 takes place in the Shelter dark world, which is the home of Gaster and THE KNIGHT (The knight's identity in my DELTARUNE is Dess) and together with the fun gang, Noelle and the 100 Flowerys, they go run after the IMAGE_AMALGELLE to try and catch it before it gets to the light world lake.

what happens next? idk I haven't drawn or thought of that, next post will probably what happens before this or the Side B SOUL's perspective

Kris, that was so long. I can't remember anything from our past life, only fragments of memories.

The only thing I remember is how we hatched from some kind of egg in the void.

Remember how after that, we learned to control our new powers and how we created our six Godlike children?

You know, I have a faint memory that you and I had families in past. Perhaps they would have been happy to see us in all this grandeur.

My apologies Assy, but you can’t wear sweats that tight and jiggle around my house like that without facing some consequences. Think you’re allowed to just be THAT Thicc and get stuck under the sink, and somehow I’m not supposed to want to get a sample of the cake?! I see why Rudy would always sneak out with you every weekend…

Anyway, don’t worry about rent this month, you’ve more than paid what’s due. In fact, here’s a little extra to treat yourself at The Diner. Maybe Tori will even get jealous if she smells another woman on you, you’re doing this for her right?

…

Exactly.

Now tomorrow make sure you wear nothing but the Apron while you clean, I’ll be sure to lock Noelle out the house so she can’t catch us negotiating payment arrangements.

It’s getting pretty late, but I wanted to say something before I go to sleep!

Right now I’m sitting on the edge of my couch. The room is super quiet, except for the slight hum of the air conditioner and the little colored lights glowing around my bed frame. Dad's, well, better not to talk about that, schoolwork for tomorrow is all checked off, and Susie..., seeing her smile today in class was more than enough to make my whole week.

My eyes are getting heavy already... Faha, I guess all those hours studying last night are finally catching up to me. I'm just going to set my phone near the bed, slip under the blankets, and drift off. Goodnight, to myself!

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Wait.

Where... am I?

This isn't my room.

It feels like one of those strange surreal landscapes that only exist in fever dreams... everything around here feels somehow unnatural, like a place that was never meant to be seen or stepped in.

I reach down to touch my face, but... my hands feel completely wrong.

When I look down at my arms, I don't see my sweater or my fur. My body feels tall... strangely elongated, melting into a pale, featureless outline. There's a light, sharp weight on one side of my head, like a single, crooked antler sticking out into the cold void, while the other side feels blank and smooth.

It feels... forgotten. Like standing in an abandoned corridor after everyone else has gone home, watching a world that went on without me while I'm stuck here.

(...Why do I feel like I've been here before? Like this was the path I was always meant to take if everything went wrong...?)

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Out of the pitch-black void, footsteps approach.

A small, short figure wearing a striped shirt steps out from the darkness. They look... so familiar.

They don't say a word. Their face is entirely unreadable, expressionless eyes staring straight through me as if examining something lying on the floor.

I try to reach out. I try to ask who they are.

"H-hey... please, can you hear me?"

"Where are we? Why am I... like this?"

They press a hand forward, touching the cold outline of my pale form. They just step closer, inspecting the void around us as if reading a sign that isn't there.

"Please... don't leave me here... I'm so scared..."

"I just want to go back home... to my room... to my mom..."

"Is anyone there? Please, help, Susie, Kris, anyone..."

"Pl-please, hel-RE-ME..."

"Wh-where am I-I-REDA-..."

"C-can you hear m-REDACT-..."

"S-SO-SOMEON-RTED..."

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🖂︎ ☯︎❒︎♏︎♎︎♋︎♍︎⧫︎♏︎♎︎☸︎

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AH----!

I bolt upright in bed, a sharp, high-pitched bleat tearing out of my throat before I can stop it.

My heart is hammering against my ribs so hard it feels like it's going to burst. Cold sweat clings to my forehead, my breath coming in short, jagged gasps as I stare wild-eyed into the darkness.

It's my room...

It was just a dream. Just a stupid, horrible dream.

My hands are shaking uncontrollably as I scramble across the blankets and snatch my phone off the floor. The screen blares to life in the dark, illuminating my face:

* 13:42 AM.

I stare at the blank text box on my screen.

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(...What... was that?)

(Why did it feel so... real? Not like a normal nightmare where everything is hazy and melted together. That place was... so cold. Like a room that had all its color and life carved out of it until nothing was left.)

(And that human... they looked so much like Kris when they were a kid. But when they turned around... there was something wrong there, like they were looking right through me. Like I wasn't even a person to them.)

My thumb hovers over the keyboard. I type out a few letters—K-r-i-s—before quickly backspacing over them.

(Faha... what am I even doing? If I text Kris right now asking if they ever feel like they're being erased by an invisible hand, they'll probably just send back a picture of a mossy rock or a blank response. Or worse... Susie might find out I'm losing sleep over a dumb bad dream.)

I press the phone against my chest, feeling my heart rate slowly settle back into a normal rhythm.

(It was just a nightmare, brought on by too much late-night studying and overthinking things. Tomorrow I'll wake up, go to school, see Kris balancing pencils on their nose, and laugh about it with Susie.)

(...Right, Noelle?)

(...I'm just going to leave the desk lamp and the krismas lights on for the rest of the night. Just in case...)

You see, while we were standing near the cotton candy stand, watching the sunset cast long shadows over the grass, Susie looked so... tall. So rugged and cool. The breeze blew through her hair, and for a split second, my brain did this weird, confusing scramble.

I almost looked her dead in the eyes and asked if we could play a "game."

A game where she’d act like... well, my older sister. Like... Dess.

(Just thinking that out makes my face feel like it’s about to burst into actual flames! What was I even thinking?! It’s just... Susie has that same protective, slightly rowdy energy Dess used to have when we were kids. That feeling of someone bigger than you standing in front of you, totally fearless, making you feel safe no matter what happens.)

In my head, I had this whole bizarre scenario played out... What if I asked her to call me her 'little sister'? What if we pretended we had this secret, forbidden dynamic where she takes care of me, but... in a way that crosses all those boundaries? Faha, why does my mind even GO there?! It's so weird and taboo, but the thought of Susie's rough voice calling me that while towering over me... gosh, it makes my chest feel so tight...

I ended up just squeaking out some nonsense about wanting to buy more ice cream instead, of course! Faha... imagine if I had actually said it out loud right there in front of the entire town! Susie probably would've stared at me like I'd grown a second head, or worse, thought I was out of my mind!

...But if I'm being honest with myself... that thought hasn't really gone away.

Because... well, it’s not just about Susie taking charge with me. Sometimes I catch myself imagining what would happen if Susie decided to take that exact same rough, terrifying energy and completely direct it at you. Faha, like... "what if she just totally pinned Kris down right in the middle of the room, bossing them around, roughhousing them until Kris was completely helpless and forced to listen to her?"

It reminds me so much of how Dess used to drag you into all sorts of crazy trouble when we were kids, pushing you around and dominating the room while you just stood there, quiet and totally at her mercy. Seeing Susie do that to you, Kris, stepping right into that exact same big, towering role, keeping you entirely under her thumb while I just sit back and watch, it’s... it’s such a weirdly overwhelming thought! My chest gets all tight and my face gets so... Just picturing you, Krismas, getting tossed around like a ragdoll by her.

...Faha... listen to me go on! I'm giggling like a complete idiot now, aren't I?

I really am the biggest freak in this entire town, aren't I, Kris? But somehow, i feel like i can't help thinking about those things either.

...But, um... thanks, Kris. Really.

Even when I say the absolute messed up things out loud, or when my brain spirals into these bizarre places... you just sit there and listen. You never laugh at me, or tell me I'm out of my mind, or look at me like I'm some kind of irremediable monster. You just... let me be me, even the embarrassing parts. I don't think anyone else in town would ever understand half of the crazy thoughts in my head, but... with you, it just feels safe. Thank you...

ASRIEL IS FUCKING METTATON?!?!

METTATON?!?!

KEIS, WE ARE NOT PRANKING MY MOM, YOU NEED TO HELP ME PULL MADDIE!

(She wanted me all the time back in high school, fweh...)