You wake up feeling… oddly light. Your sheets rustle differently around you. You stretch, and there’s a tickle at the top of your head.

Sit up. Blink.

You walk to the mirror, heart already racing.

Staring back is Noelle Holiday: soft antlers, a small red nose, blonde hair, reindeer-like ears, and that familiar sweater with checkerboard pattern. But it’s your body. Your mind. Your memories. Everything inside is still you.

You catch your reflection, hand raised to your ears, voice trembling:

“I… I’m Noelle?”

A knock on the door pulls you out of the haze. Your roommate opens it, eyes wide.

Roommate: “Oh wow… you look exactly like Noelle from Deltarune?! Is this cosplay or something?”

You swallow. Calm your breathing.

“No cosplay. I… w-woke up like this...”

They stare for a moment, and then say,

“Okay, this is weird. But, uh, you okay?”

You nod, forcing a smile. Even though your throat feels tight, your instincts are Noelle’s: wanting to help, be kind, maybe a little shy.

You remember that Noelle can use light magic / cryokinesis in the Dark World, heal, and cares deeply about Kris, Susie, and her home.

You glance down at your hands—trembling slightly. There’s a warmth in your chest: the urge to protect, to heal, to step into kindness. To be brave, even if scared.

“I know this is sudden… but I’ll try. I’ll try to be helpful.”

Your roommate nods, slowly relaxing.

“Alright. Let’s take this one step at a time.”

And with that, your day begins—not as you, but also as Noelle.