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Here she was in Waterfall again. Perhaps it was because the place seemed the least... ‘touched’ by what was happening in the rest of the Underground. And there was that grey door again, with a feeling of unease, sadness, and deep-seeded loneliness that felt all too familiar.
She came prepared this time, even though she hadn’t seen the door in months. A knitted scarf with vibrant but not overpowering colors - somewhat dull and frayed due to years of being knit, undone, and reknit. They were her favorite colors. A watermelon pink, orange, light yellow like dandelions, a green like the inside of a healthy tree branch, and a blue that reminded her of what the sea on the surface might look like.
Bonnie carefully folded the scarf neatly and set it in front of the door. Her other gifts had vanished, so someone must have been picking them up, right? Another get well card, as well as an aged pamphlet on Snowdin Inn she dug out from her father’s old desk.
