Hello. Before we begin, I'd like to take a moment to warn against any expectations. I do not know how much of this story I will be able to complete. I will try to complete it to the best of my abilities, but I make no promises. Should anyone want to pick up where I inevitably leave off or attempt to do better what I myself could not, I wholeheartedly welcome you.
I am neither a professional writer, nor do I have the time to blow on doing nothing but writing a fanfiction. Still, I'll do my absolute best to see this through, if I can.
That settled...
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction based upon the events of the game, DELTARUNE: Chapter 1 By Toby Fox. It also contains small details and references to his previous game, UNDERTALE, sprinkled in, though this is purely within the realms of an Alternate Universe and has little to do with that game.
Regardless, I do not own the source material nor any of the characters, places or otherwise found within these games. All events that may occur within this story are non-canon and are based purely within the realm of speculation, hypothesis and theory. At the end of it all, this is merely how I would continue the story told so far.
Please keep this in mind and respect the content creators for what they create by keeping your mind open to what they craft as much as you will with me.
Thank you in advance and I hope you enjoy the story.
"... I... see... So it... begins..."
A man- not clearly human and not clearly monster- stared at a computer screen's black light monitor, rereading the various lines of code displayed before him.
It seemed that it was a command prompt, seeing as the varying lines read out complex command codes indecipherable to the normal individual... much less a technical expert, to a certain point.
Though a few lines were recognizable.
Head_A_253
Torso_E_816
Legs_B_677
Accept?_Y
The list carried on into what seemed miscellaneous.
Favorite_Food_SW
Favorite_Blood_A
Liked_Color_C
Gift_V
Creator's_Feelings_HP
Honesty_Check?_Y
Reality_Acknowledgement?_Y
These lines began to seem invasive, however they truly became so with the last two intelligible ones.
Vessel_Name?_JAMIE
Creator_Name?_JONE_PHYLIP
It was all highly unusual and to the normal person, it seemed incredibly contrived. Though, it was the final line that the man's eyes seemed to be boring a hole into.
ERROR!047_SOUL_TETHER_LOST
... The man's eyes blinked closed, finally... Then, he turned his back to the monitor and opened his eyes to a capsule, still glowing Cyan with the questionable liquids inside. Within that vat of fluids floated a smaller form.
Messy and mid-length hair. A thin frame overall. Nothing particularly descriptive could be placed about this body floating in the tube, other than the fact that the hair was a dark color. Was it male? Was it female? Was it human or monster? The only one that seemed to know was the pale man dressed in black, still looking at the capsule with a hardened expression.
He finally tore his eyes from the tube and hung his head slightly. "How... unfortunate... Most unfortunate... indeed..." ... He turned his head to a second monitor as he walked over to the desk it sat upon with a keyboard in front of it.
It seemed to be an observation of a room meant for two children. One side was heavily decorated by overhead shelves full of golden trophies, a wall or two of cutesy stars with a diploma's plaque along side a cute flower picture and a simple wooden bed with a striped blanket beneath it all. There was a small bed-side drawer beside- where else- the bed, neatly and brightly decorated with a lamp, an alarm clock and a lone, orange, hard-cover book.
Across from this all and just barely visible was a computer desk with- what else- a simple personal computer sitting atop it with a mouse and a cup of pens.
From this angle, you could even see the game console with it's two controllers still plugged into it sitting beneath the legs. There were also a few CDs from various authors and genres.
...
On the other side of the room, however, It was much simpler. Maybe even much more depressing.
The walls were empty, except for two, dusty, hanging shelves over a plain, wooden bed with a dark grey blanket. The dresser next to it was covered in the same dust as the shelves, making it look equally as dull. There was not much at all to this side of the room. A stain on the rug floor in a shade that made it appear to be ketchup. A little red wagon with a rusty bird's cage inside of it left open. Nothing was in the cage. It was just.. there.
The one thing these two sides of the room shared was the floor's carpet. Orange for the most part, but in between the two sides was the familiar pattern of the DELTA RUNE in the middle of a green square of carpet.
A sphere with angel wings overlooking three triangles. Two were pointed upwards and sat over the third pointing downwards. This was the DELTA RUNE. None knew what it stood for. But that didn't matter right now... No, this most certainly wasn't important... to the man.
His eyes were focused more on that dull bed's blanket, which seemed to be pulled over a large lump beneath, just barely emerging from the blanket with the top of it's brown-haired head.
The man's gaze grew wary and his eyes seemed to sharpen. "Without that soul... there is no telling the destruction... to come... Hmm?" His eyes darted across the room as they spied this small machine which was making a constant clicking sound. It was a box shaped contraction with a needle gauge on it's upward sloped top. It's needle baring gauge seemed to be forced all the way to the right and shivering...
... The man slowly seemed to smile a very eerie smile... "Interesting... Truly... interesting..." He turned his attention back to the observation monitor with a hum. " I will eventually need... that SOUL... However... As long as it remains... in control... perhaps fortune may yet... smile upon us..." ... His smile vanished as he stepped away from his computer monitor and once again looked at the figure in the tube. "... However... I may need to personally take matters... into my own hands... Faith and hope may yet... not be enough..."
The man stood there, eyes never moving from the limp figure within. Full of resolve, his mind came to focus on what must be done...
"I must not allow the Prophecy... to come to fruition... Not before our creation can obtain... it's true form..."
"... I shall warn them..."