❝DO YA HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT'S goin' on?❞ a familiar face is pulled from the crowd, born of DESPERATION if nothing else. barret worries about the going ons of this city ; those costumes themselves seem normal enough, that is until someone almost singed his vest clean off with a fiery sneeze. halloween isn't a thing where he's from ; similar holidays, certainly, but it still isn't the same. barret trusts gaster enough that he believes the skeleton won't pull his leg, even if he does look STRANGER than normally. ❝this city is an odd ‘un.❞
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