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A certain feline wanders back in after being thrown out. * Hey flaaaames, why does it sound like mewr getting murdered back he- //She falls silent before the snickering commences.

Of course Keno had to show up at the worst possible time, especially with him freaking out. No flames at all, and pinpricks for eye lights.

‘…Not…now…!’

He’s not happy, and nearly having a freak out here.

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Are u creamy and appley and covered in powdery sugar? :V

//eMI

[spiderspeaks]

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  > Ahh Halloween! I remember this month fondly… >...

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[foxy-sierra]

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Frisk doesn’t want to wield the knife, Chara. Let him put it down.

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’ You include me in that mess? I’m hurt~ ‘

* There is a literal child from each version of you.

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(( IT’S ALWAYS A WONDERFUL SURPRISE TO SEE YOU <3))

(( AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AND IT’S ALWAYS WONDERFUL TO SEE YOU GUYS TOO ))

[thebonezone66]

Echo Flower

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The feed had gone dead. They all had gotten the call. An act of cruelty almost. The static hiss rose and fell as Flowey’s distorted cackling cut off abruptly. Sans slowly lowered his phone. He knew who else had been contacted. A cold ball of dread began to grow in his chest. One that nearly threatened to swallow him and his SOUL in his panic. Flowey, --THEIR Flowey... was gone. The ripple from his assumed destruction spread like a quiet, mournful dirge through the timeline and simply settled afterwards. Life continued to go on, same as it had ever. But he knew better. Nothing would ever be right again. He knew immediately only one thing in the wake of what even he felt was keenly loss: Sans absolutely had to find Frisk before the child did something they all would regret. He couldn’t lose them now. Not after they had come so far.

Frisk’s goal, their one and ONLY goal in all of their constant companionship through the many [RESET]s had always been the same. They had wanted to free Asriel from the ever crushing, looming weight of “Flowey.” Of the evil that choked the Monster’s missing heart. And now they would likely never get that chance again. The skeleton propels himself down the stairs and out of the front door of his house in a hurry, clutching a strange ornate key in hand. Before all else. He had to confirm his grim suspicions..