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NOTES: thank you to @maddestmewmew and @hoodie-prince-kid for beta-reading this chapter! hoo boy. this one took some elbow grease... considering i haven't written the undertale characters in a while. they're fun to write, but matching their energy is... hard. nonetheless, hope you enjoy!
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Snowdin didn't have half as bad storms as this one, Papyrus had noted.
The windows had been partially spared from the wrath of the winter wonderland-esque storm, allowing him and Frisk to sit and observe on the cold winter evening, peering curiously through the window.
The snow and hail had made a blindingly white blanket across the front of the house and sprinkled the trees at the edge of the wood, creating a familiar atmosphere much like his underground home.
His brother, sans, was napping (again) so he didn't join the two in the living area, instead bunking away in his small bedroom, which they both had noted resembled the one back in Mt. Ebbot to a tee, even the infamous trash tornado sitting precisely in the exact same corner.
The tall skeleton filled his head with thoughts and monologues about the winterti-
โฆWhat's thatโฆ? Near the edge of the wood, just a few steps into the yardโฆ?
He squintedโฆ as a form appeared in the windโฆ, falling over into the snowโฆ
And coloring it red.
He leaned more into the window to try and make out a silhouette, but of course the snowy atmosphere made it difficult to see, but he could make out a few detailsโฆ checking his mental listโฆ
A human?
"FRISK. IS IT NORMAL FOR HUMANS TO BLEED EXCESSIVELY?"
Frisk tilted their head, raising an eyebrow.
Papyrus pointed out the window to let the small human make their assessment.
โขโโ~~~โโโข
"MOOOOOM, THERE'S A DEAD OLD LADY NEAR OUR FRONT YARD!"ย
Frisk took off upstairs in a flash, sliding across the wooden floors like they were roller skating, except in their socks.
They narrowly dodged their dunkle sans down the second floor hallway, lost in the rush of getting to the goat woman!
"MOOOM!" They yelled once again!
โฆToriel exited her bedroom and took her reading glasses off, cleaning them on the fabric of her collared shirt. "Frisk, my child, what's- oh!" They slid across the floor and crashed into her, the adrenaline gone now.
The 11 year old plopped down on the floor with an oomph.
"There's someone in the front yard!"
"What!?"
They jumped up and grabbed her paw to drag her downstairs.
"I'm not really sure that they're dead, but they looked pretty dead."
"Oh- oh, I see, I seeโฆ" She attempted to catch up to them.
"QUEEN TORIEL-"ย
"Just Toriel-"ย
"-THERE SEEMS TO BE A SITUATION! IN THE YARD!"
"I heard, Papyrus-"
"Look!" The tiny human pointed out the window.
"Frisk, there's too much snow to see-... OH DEAR ANGEL."
They were right. Butโฆ
It would be inhumane to justโฆ leave someone out there like that.
โฆHm.
~~~
Toriel closed the door shut with her hind paw. "Frisk, grab the first aid kit."
"Mom, is that-"
"They're not dead, just unconscious."ย
In her arms, she held a human woman, who had a very noticeable gash on the side of her head.ย
"OH DEARโฆ I WILL GRAB SOMEโฆ BLANKETS FOR OUR GUEST! SURELY WITH MY ASSISTANCE, THEY'LL STAY WARM! โฆCOME ALONG, HUMAN FRISK!" Papyrus scooped up the child and rushed off with a nyeh heh!.
Toriel returned her attention to the unfamiliar person and eyes the gash. "How could someone haveโฆ"
โฆHm.
How does someone justโฆ appear, in a storm? Did she come from the woods near the mountain?? Do humans even live near the mountain???
...
The scenario brought up too many questions to handle.
Toriel set her down on the couch, causing her to stir just a bitโฆ
"WE RETURN FROM OUR ENDEAVORS!" Papyrus announces, letting the blankets tumble onto the couch with a loud flomp!. "VIOLA."
"Oh! Thank you Papyrus."
Frisk pulled out the first aid kit, letting their mother get to work patching up the gash.
~~~
The house felt uneasy that night.
Toriel shifted on her spot on the couch, looking up from her book at the newest addition to the house.
The human still hadnโt woken up.
"...It's getting quite late, is it not? We should all be getting some rest."ย
"But what about-"
"I'll stay here in the living room tonight." She assured Frisk. โOff to bed, my child."
~~~
Letโs hope the blizzard calms down soon for our characters.
What? The new humanโฆ? You want to know if the human wakes up NOW?
Notes: (thank you to my good friends @pastelkonpeito and @maddestmewmew for beta reading this chapter!! also another thank you to hen again for helping me improve the pacing !) Also this takes place briefly after part 2 of the show, and after the true pacifist ending of Undertale.
WARNINGS: blood mention, possibly death, also swearing
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If you knew anything about Cognitoโs head robotics scientist, itโs that sheโs been on this job for over a decade.
The job came with many problems and risks, be it near death experiences, dealing with cover-ups and disappearing accidental witnesses, or nearly losing an appendage or two.
But out of everything Reagan Ridleyโs done and been through, she didnโt think she would spend her last moments like this.
The machine had taken months to finish, endless all-nighters spent programming, and connecting wires, and checking and rechecking the blueprints to make it perfect.ย
The companion watch took just a few weeks to properly sync to the shiny, new transporterโฆย
And it malfunctioned. And it took her with it.
~~~
It was a decently quiet night in the building, and the cool wind from outside somehow seeped its way through from the windows to the quite sizable space of Ridley Labs, though it never affected Reagan, as she was used to the drafty windows. Never got the damn things fixed.
Her best friend and co-team leader Brett Hand shivered, though, used to the rest of the building being room temperature.ย
As Reagan installed the last few panels onto the transporter core, Brett took a minute to look around the lab again.
It was in its usual state, messy but somehow organized enough. Fitting for her, isnโt it?
โAlright, weโre almost ready.โ She lifted the welding mask and switched off the propane torch, turning to him. โBrett, do you have the watch?โ
โOh- yeah.โ He handed her the device. โSoโฆ what does this do again?โ
โWere you even listening the first time?โ She muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. โWell, the old teleporter was broken and out of date, so I took the liberty of building a new one. This one syncs to a watch- the one Iโm holding here- to take the wearer to and from their destination. The machine serves to make sure that the watch works as intended, and to actually choose your destination.โ She patted the machine, and put the wristwatch on, adjusting it.
โYouโre here in case something happens to me.โ She pointed to Brett, and walked back over, putting her hands on his shoulders. โ...If Iโm gonna be honest, youโre the only person in this place that Iโd trust if anything happened to me.โ
โAwwwโฆ Reags!โ He smiled bright, pulling her into a tight hug. โMe too.โ
โPut me down, you goober, or we wonโt be able to start the experiment!โ She laughed out and smacked at his arm.
He placed her back down and she turned to activate the machine and the watch.
โAlright. Iโll start with a decent locationโฆ somewhere just outside of DC.โ She pressed a few buttons on the machine.
โButโฆ what if you canโt get back? You might have to walk for a whileโฆโ Brett commented. He widened his eyes. โOR! I could come and pick you up!โ
She snapped her fingers. โExactly.โ She presses a button on the watch.
โAlright.โ
The transporter vrrrrโd to life, and its sounds echoed across the lab in a pleasant symphony of machinery.
โItโs working!!โ Reagan couldnโt hide her excitement, her eyes lighting up as a smirk appeared on her face. โBrett, itโs working!โ
Brett squealed in corresponding exhilaration as the watch lit up in unison.
The excitement of the pair was short-lived, as the wristwatch elicited short shocks.
โShit.โ Reagan struggled to get the watch off, as she felt the teleportation tech do its magic. โI canโt- shit, fuck, itโs stuck! I canโt get it-โ
And she disappeared in a flash.
Brettโs phone buzzed, and the call was fromโฆ
โฆReagan. He sighed in relief and clicked to accept the call, only to see a screen of white.
โReagan????โ
Reagan comes on screen, hair whipping in the wind (wind????????).
"Brett! Are y-ou getting this tr-ansmi-ssion!?" The audio and video were cutting out, but Brett nodded.ย
"List-en to me! I d-on't know wh-er-e I am, but no m-atter WHAT, you have -to keep the m-achine running! I seem to- to h-ave gone to a- different area than intended-โ
She pushed her hair out of her face and looked around, squinting in the foggy winter wonderland- if she remembered correctlyโฆ it was supposed to beโฆ September.
Oh god.
โI-I.. I-โm th-ink in a di-ffere-nt uni-v-erse! And it's hailing b-" A piece of hail flew down and nailed the scientist right in the temple, causing her to fall over into the snow.ย
"Reagan? REAGAN!?" Brett brought the screen closer.ย
"Aw- SH-IT, I... there's sn-ow getting into the wa-tch a-nd I-" Reagan's eyes drooped slightly, and they both noticed blood dripping down her face from the deep cut, now very prominent on the side of her head.ย
โShit- Th-this is go-ing a lot w-or-se th-an I th-oug-ht it wo-uld! If I c-an get th-e wat-ch to-โ
โฆShe couldnโtโฆ
Reagan felt herself getting weaker. There was blood dripping down into the snow now.
The situation was getting worse. The situation was unsolvable.
"...Brett... if I don't su-rvive this... I j- just want you to know that I'm sorry... for ev-eryth-ing. You w-ere a... a good fr-iend." Reagan felt herself getting more lightheaded, and the watch glitched and crackled as the weather worsened the condition.ย
"Reagan, why are you apologizing..? Hey- no- listen, you'll come back, you'll be okay, I promise- REAGAN?" Brett teared up and clasped his hands worriedly. The transmission was almost lost.ย
"...G-oodbye, Br-ett." The screen cut out as white overtook the transmission video, and the small screen finally displayed "SIGNAL LOST".ย
"Reagan? REAGAN!" Brett called out, but no one answered.ย
He felt his stomach twist.
โฆSheโฆ
โฆ
He failed to keep himself stable on the edge of the desk, starting to slide down and sit on the floor.
His heart caught in his throat as he choked up, tears falling, the lab now dreadfully silent.
~~~
โOh goodnessโฆ. Frisk! Get the first aid kit!โ
I wrote most of this at midnight last night and am NOT adding onto it. I'll write a second chapter tho <3
"Well, ah... thank you for the talk, Ms...?"
"Oh dear, please, just call me Toriel! Drive safe, will you not?" Toriel stands up and brushes herself off, and hands Reagan a small piece of paper, with her cell phone number neatly written. "You may talk to me anytime, okay?"
Toriel's smile and kind demeanor stuck with Reagan even as she was driving home from the party.
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For the next couple of months, Toriel and Reagan grew to become good friends, occasionally planning movie nights at eachother's houses, or getting lunch together, or even just talking on the phone.
One day though, something changed. They still visited eachother, but the reasoning and the relationship built in these hang-outs changed.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, and Reagan was just about to have her lunch break, as urged by many her coworkers.
[DING]
"NEW MSG FROM: TORI ๐" The screen read.
"Found this sneaky snail munching away on my tomato plants!! Quite the 'slimy' predicament, is it not? L.O.L! I hope you are doing well on this fine day ]:) From, Toriel.
P.S My friend sans taught me the meaning of L.O.L. Did you know it means 'Lots of Laughs?' Heehee!"
Attached to the message was a picture of the goat monster, excitedly holding her finger (?) out as a snail was crawling upon it.
Reagan chuckled a bit. Oh man, isn't she wonderful.
Uh oh.
Reagan nearly dropped her phone as the realization hit her, and her face heated up as red as a tomato.
OH MAN. ISN'T SHE WONDERFUL.
Reagan went to grab lunch and rushed on down to the office of the one person she knew who could help: Gigi.
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"Gigi! I need your-" Reagan nearly keeled over at the door, out of breath.
"Oh- is this a girl talk time? I'll get Brett- let's get you sat down." Gigi lead her back out of the polished office and to the small break room, sitting her friend down at the plastic table, and leaning her elbow on it as she sat down.
"Now- spill. I want to hear all about the troubles."
"Well, ah- so, you know that thing we had to go to about 4 or 5 months ago... and I ended up in a tussle with some asshole, and I nearly got us all kicked out...?" Reagan prefaced, grimacing at it.
"Well...?" Her coworker leaned in...
"Well, there was that monster lady there, her name was Toriel... And she came out to check on me, and... she really helped me calm down. She was really sweet, and we're sort of friends now?" Reagan adjusted her position in the seat.
"But- y'know, um... today, I got a text from her, like usual, and this time, I felt... different about her??? She's all kinds of silly and sweet and I guess it just... hit me all at once, you know?"
Reagan rested her cheek on her hand, smiling at the thought of the kind woman who she had grown so familiar with.
Gigi's eyes grew wide as she put the pieces together. "Oh my god... you have a CRUSH?"
Reagan jolted out of her daydream and shushed her. "Not so loud-!"
Brett burst in with an assortment of snacks. "I'm here!! Who needs what!?"
"Reagan has a crush!" Gigi relayed the information, and he formed a wide smile in response.
"Reagan, you're telling me you formed a big fat gay crush on the former queen of monsters, and you don't think this is a big deal???" Gigi turned back to Reagan, who was burying her red face in her arms.
"The WHO?" Brett sat down at the table, leaning in.
"Not so loud..."
"Sorry Reags!"
"I- well, um- I need some advice on how to ask her out... and I don't know how to do it??? What if she's straight??? What if i fuck up??? What if she doesn't date at all?? I don't know jack shit about feelings, you both know that!!"
"Well... you could just... ask her out front! You're blunt with your feelings usually, right?" Brett queried, starting on his lunch.
"Bluntness in a relationship has never ended well for me."
"Oh, I have an idea! The HoloDeck! Just practice a date or two in there!" Gigi piped up.
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"sans, hey!" sans Undertale hears a familiar voice and turns to see his lover,
Brett Hand from Inside Job, jogging up to him with a big smile on his face.
"hey babe." He goes to wave, only to be scooped up and spun around.
"Damn, I was on the edge of my seat!! For a second I thought that Reigen guy was gonna win... but then I saw the number go up on yours and I just...!!!!" He stops and laughs a bit before giving sans a squeeze and a kiss, then setting him down.
Suddenly, a crowd starts to form near the duo, causing the small sans to be swept away from his taller human boyfriend.
"A- I'll catch up with you, sans!" Brett reaches a hand out to the skeleton, who was now crowd surfing on fangirls.
...
Brett feels a tap on his back, and he turns around to see Nagito Komaeda from Dangarompa, with a mixed expression.
"Hey, Brett, right?" He starts.
"Uh- yes, Brett Hand!" Brett stands taller now, putting on his ''For The Approval'' stance.
Komaeda puts both hands on Brett's shoulders.
"...Take care of sans for me, alright?"
"...Of course I will." Brett smiles again, a genuine one. "I love him."
Komaeda lets go and chuckles; he turns away like he's in a movie and leaving the Sexyman Arena.
"woah dude, was that Nagito Komaeda? man we go way back, to the days of Kanye." sans is back with two hotdogs and a little white dog. Despite the writer's wording, the dog is not Toby Fox.
Considering one word prompts are my favourites, I decided to make my own prompt list. Send me one or more numbers + a character or a pairing, and Iโll write you a drabble.ย
"Next up, Happier Than Ever by Billie Eilish! Any takers?" The host announces.
I feel a slight push from Cara. "Wanna try?"
"Well, I-I'm not much of a singer, Cara!" I stutter back.
"Hey. This is a karaoke bar, nobody will judge." She reassures. "I can walk you up there if you want?"
I think. "Well... golly, I guess I could try!" I take her hand.
"Well lookie here! We've got a taker! What's your name young lady?" The host gives me the microphone.
I look out at the crowd.
"I-I'm- My name- my name is Anna." I stutter, and the mic screeches.
"And would you like to sing the full version or just the second part?"
I look back at my table to see Paul and Cara giving me enthusiastic thumbs up. I take a deep breath.
"The full song, please."
"Alrighty! Lemme get the karaoke booted up and it'll start in a moment!" They turn to the machine and press a few buttons as the song starts. I feel the urge to make an introduction.
"This is dedicated to my- very absent mother." I earn a few chuckles from the crowd.
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Described as the ugliest creatures, with the palest skin and pointed ears, claws that could pierce through brick, and those fangs, long and sharp, the one they use to take their next victims. With their capes flowing in the wind on those unsettling autumn nights, just waiting for the next careless human to come stumbling through their castle doors to strike.
And the other myths humans came up with? Allergic to sunlight, stabbed with stakes, they burn at the sight of thine holy cross.
Those are all lies.
This is the fatal truth that I found out.
They look just like humans, they can hide their fangs. And where are their pointed ears? Why, only elves have those.
When you drive by that mansion on Plains Avenue, with the gate marked "S" be aware.
Your neighbors aren't human. And they certaintly aren't going to offer mercy when you step inside.
((this one was a thing i sent to pam when we were talkin ab our paps is gaster guys! this takes place shortly after jerm asks christine out owo- it's not that well written lmao. also italics indicate thoughts!))
Jeremy sighed as Rich ran off, yelling. First Christine rejects him, and now Rich is acting... strange.
"HELLO HUMAN."
Jeremy jumped and fwiped his head around to see WingDings, in full uniform. He wasn't wearing his costume anymore?
'About time!' Jeremy thought, frustrated. 'Christine was just here, and I really needed your help.'
"SHE WAS? WHAT HAPPENED?" The SQUIP asked, leaning on the couch head.
'Well... I asked her out-'
"AND????"
Jeremy sighed. 'She said no.'
"DAMN IT. I WAS HOPING FOR A POSITIVE ANSWER." He perked up. "FOURTUNATLEY, YOU HAVE MANY MORE OPPORTUNITIES TO ASK HER OUT. WAIT A MOMENT WHILE I REVIEW THE DATA FOR THIS EVENING."
WingDings' face went blank after a few moments.
"OH NO."
'What? Is it bad?'
"WE NEED TO GET YOU HOME. RIGHT NOW." WingDings rushed off towards the front door, a confused Jeremy trailing behind.
(papyton as christine's dads au is by @mountain-dew-tickledpink, i thought up the name papyton canigula)
(just a heads up that the caretaker makes a slightly ableist remark halfway thru ok that's all enjoy)
"Hello! How may I help you two?" The receptionist greeted Papyrus and Mettaton with a smile.
"WE'D LIKE TO ADOPT A CHILD PLEASE." Papyrus was visible vibrating with excitement as each word was said.
"Alright, follow me this way!" The receptionist led the pair into the playroom, where the children resided. Two 6 year olds were playing dolls, a few kids playing house, mostly in groups.
Afar from the other children, a small little girl sat, playing with two barbie dolls and dramatizing a version of romeo and juliet with them.
"'O Roxie, where are you, Roxie?' 'Juliet, I'm right here, dummy!'" The child recited, struggling to move the doll limbs to resemble the right actions.
Mettaton, being himself, had come over to observe the dramatic 4 year old, whom was having a grand time.
"'I have an IDEA, Juliet! Let's get a million dogs and get a BIIIIG house, far away from our riv-riva...RIVARY families, and we can live together forevermore!'" She ended the performance.
"Bravo!! That was simply WONDERFUL!" He cheered, earning a wide smile from the small child.
"You... you really liked it?"
Mettaton sat cross-legged. "Of course! You're a true star."
The girl giggled and flapped her hands excitedly. "I had never had someone like my plays before!"
"What is your name?" Mettaton asked.
"That's Christine." The care owner had come over, with an enthusiastic Papyrus trailing behind.
"THEY'RE ALL SO PRECIOUS!!! I CAN'T DECIDE!!!" Papyrus whisper yelled as soon as he was next to his husband again.
"Bu' everyone calls me Chrissy!" The now dubbed Christine added.
~~~~~
"Are you sure you don't want another child? Christine has some-" they hesitate- "neurodivergent tendencies... plus, there's plenty of other children here!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Mettaton replied, slightly annoyed that this person would say such a thing.
"Ok then. I'm gonna go get her, wait here."
~~~~~~~~~~~
"CHRISTINE, HELLO!" Papyrus greeted his daughter as she made her way down the school steps. "YOUR CHARIOT AWAITS." He strikes a pose, showing off the red car he drove in to get to the school.
She giggled and climbed into the car.
"SO HOW WAS PLAY REHEARSAL?"
"It was good! We're doing one of Shakespeare's plays." Christine remembered, and continued to recite the story of her day to the skeleton.
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uhhhhhh hi anyways
thank u for reading :)
OH FORGOT TO ADD: thank u to charles for helping me out of my writer's block i appreciate u bro!!!
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Summary: Undyne and Papyrus look back on their friendship through... a photo album? At three am. On the surface. Lots of yells of excitement occur.
This was the 1st prize raffle request for @blaiddsumu! Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took so long to complete ^^
"Undyne! Undyne Undyne Undyne!" Someone was loudly knocking on the door.
"Undyne! Hello?" Their voice sounded through the front door, all the way to her room.
She groaned, and covered her head with her blanket.
It was currently 3:00. AM. The crickets were chirping, flowers were blooming, and the sun was still down.
Undyne assumed it must be Papyrus, because no one else's voice was that loud, right? Yes, he must have stopped by.
The rapid knocking stopped. Thank god...
And then the window shattered.
"What the hell??" She rushed to her bedroom door, and her assumptions reigned true.
"UNDYNE! YOU'RE AWAKE!" Papyrus got up and dusted himself off.
Undyne sighed in relief and annoyance. It was nice he was here, but...
"Papyrus, I appreciate your energy, but now's not the time. I need my sleep." Undyne stated.
"NO TIME FOR SLEEP! TIME FOR REMEMBERANCE!" Papyrus exclaimed cheerfully. He pulled a photo album out of thin air.
"Remembrance of what...?"
"AH, OUR PAST FRIENDSHIP ENCOUNTERS OF COURSE! THE TALES OF THE HEAD OF THE ROYAL GUARD, AND HER TRAINEE, FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE..." He plopped down on her couch, patting the cushion next to him. She lit up immediately, and plopped herself down.
"Well sleep can wait then! Open the photo album, man!" She replied, all sleepiness present in her face gone in an instant.
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(A/N: This took a while to figure out, lmao. but I hope you enjoyed!)
(Rainbow Roads Oneshot)
This one-shot is the prize for the 2nd place winner of my 100 Follower Writing Raffle!
"Prince Cosmos, your father is waiting for you in the throne hall."
Cosmos turned to the duke, and placed a bookmark in his book. "Alright, I will be down in a bit."
He walked down the spiraling stairs, to see a blue-haired boy and his father, the King, chatting away.
"Greetings, my boy!" His father cheerfully exclaimed as he noticed the young prince enter the room. He gestured to the blue-haired boy, decked in armour. "I must introduce you to your personal knight. His name is Tenya Iida."
Tenya bowed to Cosmos, and he studied the knight closer.
Sir Iida had a square-ish chin, rectangle glasses, and eyes like the ocean. His hair was short, with an undercut. It looked like it would be nice to run his hands in... no, this is your knight, not your romantic partner, Cosmos thought to himself, shaking the thoughts from his head.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Iida." Cosmos croaked out, in his moment of gay awakening.
Pretty knight....
"May you please escort him to his sleeping quarters, Cosmos? The sign's on the door, you won't miss it." The king asked politely, gesturing to the wing of the castle.
"Yes, Father."
~~~
"Prince Cosmos!" Tenya knocked on his door. "Are you finished dressing?"
Cosmos opened the door and almost died.
Iida was dressed in a beautiful light blue suit, a corset in hand.
"You look... so handsome..." He breathed out.
He took his hand, slipped the corset on his wrist, and led the prince down the steps past the throne room to the empty ballroom. Pleasant music started to play from the piano as Iida started to guide him into a waltz.
"Wow. I-I just. Wow." He said in bliss.
"It still feels like just yesterday we met, and now we're here??"
"It truly does. They do say time flies when you're happy." Iida remarked.
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