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Date: 2017-10-08 06:47 am (UTC)[He's still a little shaken up, but he'd never hold that against his friend. There's a small pang of guilt there, for lashing out.]
Let's get out of here. I think this place is starting to mess with our heads.
[Asriel looks down at the floor for a moment. He looks back up to see Mettaton's form
shift into that of a man with a cruel smile, with a gash cut deep into his neck. Asriel let's out a startled cry before the image fades.
Like he was seeing a ghost.]