DeltaFrost: Season 1

Ep 3: Memories Restored

{The Song that's above the title is the Opening Credits theme}

{TIME: NIGHT}

Gaster: -to an audio log- My creation is going well, Corelle is what I call it. It seems lonely... but I care not... I will use it for my own intentions, of which I shall not specify... A glitch has occurred within the timeline... forcing us into an Alternate Universe... No longer the world of Deltarune... Now... In a world that I call DeltaFrost... I was well aware that there was a 99.9% chance that my connection to the "real world" would go wrong... but I wasn't expecting it to be this bad... and now... I have to destroy that connection... but that wretched human can sense even me... If I don't finish my progress soon, then either Corelle or that Human will be the last living thing here... unless I could stabilize a connection to the other universes? No... that technology is too advanced even for someone of my own abilities... but if I fail... no I won't fail... This next experiment will be very, very interesting... -ends log-

{Music Stop}

{The scene transitions to morning, where Gaster continues to build something}

Corelle: Here Is Your Tea, As You Requested.

Gaster: My gratitude... here -gives Corelle a File-

Corelle: What's This?

Gaster: Just insert it into your thoracic...

{Corelle does as she's told}

{Memory plays}

{Another Memory is restored... This time it's a showcase of Noelle and Berdly going into the Library to go into Cyber World}

Corelle: ...Who Are Those People...? They Look Beyond Familiar...

Gaster: All will be revealed unto you... with time.

{The scene then transitions to a Graveyard... Where there are currently two graves, One being for Dreg, and another for being for someone named Noelle}

{Corelle looks at Noelle's grave}

Corelle: I Wonder... Why Did You Look So Very Similar To Me?

Sans: -teleports from nowhere- hmm? maybe you knew them? maybe not.

Corelle: You're Not Helpful

Sans: eh, take it with a grain of salt, kid.

{Corelle doesn't even bother to look at Sans, she is too distracted by the graves}

Sans: eh, why worry about what you can't control? -his pupils vanish- {Music stops} it's a waste of time... all of it is, -goes back to normal- {Music Resumes} but hey... if you find a reason to have any hope at this point, then it must be nice to be you.