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Asriel Dreemurr
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Date: 2017-10-08 07:04 am (UTC)[And now Asriel was alarmed by something. Mettaton's head whips back around, but the image is blurring again, this time into something less offensive, but still emotionally devastating.
He'd recognize that skeleton anywhere, and the sight makes Mettaton's SOUL go cold. God...he missed seeing that tall monster, hearing his voice and enjoying the aura of positivity surrounding him.
He wanted to believe that this was real...perhaps even at the expense of Asriel...]