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[thepaststillhurts]

"Oh-oh good golly you're a lion--" A brown bear in red and yellow stripped overalls took many steps back when he saw Simba. "Hi, there..." There was the scent of honey and human children on him and he stood upon two legs instead of four.

Simba stopped and looked back when he heard someone stranger spoke to him. He got a little surprised, he thought he was alone.“Hello, I’m Simba but who are you?”

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Papyrus froze mid-sentence, sockets wide and staring at a point far off in the distance. He felt the blade, jagged and sharp, embedded in bone. Slowly, he looked down, taking in a shaky breath. It hurt, but for now the pain felt muted and far-off.

      “WHY?”

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      “It’s getting dark outside.”

That was obvious, but there was a reason him saying so. He frowned, a bit worried, because when it was dark then it was harder to see, and when it was harder to see it was easier to accidentally walk off a cliff, making the dark dangerous to be out in.

      “You shouldn’t wander around right now.”