* Welcome to my special hell(site).

So numbered at five,

Many a SOUL was stirring,

Within fandom's hive.

We clambered and claimbed,

Listening for the sea's song,

As we wondered which of our theories

Would this time be wrong.

Some hoped for a cowboy,

Since chapter 3's end.

Some hoped for a flower,

To be our best friend.

At least one thing was assured,

Or so it seemed to be,

"The air crackles with freedom,"

Was a line we'd again see.

From cowboy or flower,

It mattered not.

Some people would still find,

The secret boss hot.

But what we yearned for most,

Beyond eggs or crystals,

Beyond flowers with vines,

Beyond cowboys with pistols,

The Knight in black armor,

That calamitous roar.

The one who drove its blade,

Into the Earth's core.

What does it want?

And what of Kris?

What role do they,

Hope to play in all this?

Let us hope we learn more,

About our favorite missing deer,

From the goat who drove his car,

Right after a beer.

The flower man,

Trapped in asylum.

Will he forward the villains' plot,

Or will he defy them?

The royal garden is warm now,

Embers coming alive,

We shall see what will burn,

Within chapter five.

Be not afraid now,

Give pause to your sorrow.

From the highest eaves we shout:

...Deltarune...

TODAY?!

God made me warm-blooded why in hell do you think I would need even more heat, huh?? huh???

Spring is BEAUTIFUL

Autumn is COZY

Winter is FESTIVE