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Like, to contrast the fantastical nature of the Dark Worlds, the Light World should've just straight up been a normal parallel to our world. Whenever monster Lightners go into the dark, they don't look much different from the Darkners, and I feel like that makes it lose a lot of impact. Living playing cards, shitposting laptops and mentally ill televisions seem a lot less interesting when your family are all goat-beasts, your neighbors are Santa's reindeer team and your best friend is a dragon; it's more like another Tuesday. Of course, it's not 1-to-1 comparable, but you get what I mean?

A good example is Gerson. Without the context of Undertale, a new player wouldn't be able to tell that he was supposed to look like a normal Lightner without The Fun Gang saying so, since a turtle man wouldn't seem too far-fetched as a Darkner. Now imagine if the lights were flicked on by an old human guy.

The dichotomy of monsters and humans in the light world has little to no stakes in the story, and nothing would be sacrificed if the monsters were all turned fleshy; except the plot thread of Kris feeling like they don't belong with their family, but there's already so many reasons an adopted child can think they're out-of-place in an adoptive home without the whole species thing.

And, no, her saying this in Chapter One wasn't a cover story(???).

So, I have memory issues, right? In middle school, I had a hard time remembering my house key before I'd leave for school. Oftentimes, I would come back to my front door, not feel the stuffed duck keychain in my pocket, and realize that I've accidentally locked myself out again. My dad would usually be at work for another 2-3 hours after the time I'd get home, so that's how long I'd have to wait until I could get into my own home. Couldn't call him to come unlock the door, since I felt bad dragging him out of work over my own dumb mistake, so I'd just sit and sketch in my notebook under our willow tree until he came back. My dad was a single parent, just me and him in the house, so he was the only person who could let me in.

That's what I think is happening with Noelle.

She talks about the event with a more embarrassed tone than anything, and nothing in her tone suggests that it's ongoing act of abuse (trust me, there's a difference between her sheepishly recalling something she now feels silly about, and recalling something that actually affected her.) She's pretty direct when she recalls her more "messed-up" memories, and wouldn't dance around it with white lies the way people argue she is.

Her mother is directly stated to work late, and I'm assuming that a perfectionist mayor would work even later hours than my dad at an auto-quoting firm. With her father practically living at the hospital, and her sister MIA, Carol is probably the only person that could unlock the door for her. Noelle would also probably be too embarassed and anxious to call her busy mother, who has the weight of the town on her shoulders, and has probably been more emotionally fragile with her sick husband and the disappearance of her other daughter.

I would get very impatient while waiting outside my own house for just a couple hours; if I had to wait even later, and I had a friend who was good at infiltration, I'd also enlist their help to get back into my warm, comfy bedroom sooner.

One particular line that's a smoking gun to me is this one:

If her mother was intentionally keeping her locked out, why would Noelle mention her giving a spare key to their family friends, and seem mildly surprised that she hadn't already? "Even then," implies that these incidents would be a precedent, and I think that her daughter habitually forgetting her housekey is a pretty good one. It's even implied soon after that she probably just hasn't done so due to the amount of sensitive information she keeps stored away at the Holiday Manor.

I made this observation whilst completely forgetting that mantles were prominent pieces of clothing in ancient/medieval Ireland.

Since I keep calling them all pluppies, you get to see the actual pluppies.

Seam's name and its pronounciation is a play on Irish-Gaelic phonetics ("Sea" making a "Shaw" sound, probably inspired by the Irish name "Sean")

Jevil --while obviously a portmanteau of "Jester"+"Devil"-- could be in reference to the Irish word for devil, "diabhal", which is pronounced "jee-uh-vill" in some dialects (important to note that it universally starts with a "J" sound)

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