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Dark… Darker… Yet darker still. The irresistible pull of chaos, the tug of dark tendrils on his soul; he was rapidly losing control. Another confrontation with the Human had finally pushed him over the edge. The landscape that had been fighting in was decimated by the sheer amount of magic used in retaliation; another scar for the already weakened Kingdom. He should have ran while he still could, should have called for help.

    There was no turning back now.

His work all those months ago that had been halted by a certain alternate of his wasn’t finished. The whispers remembered the rampage he had gone on and they weren’t satisfied. How could he have let his goal slip away so easily? It had been within his grasp for the first time, so close he could have tasted it. Far to much time had passed spent doing absolutely nothing productive. He had become soft, tainted by the skeleton that he had claimed as his lover.

    None of that mattered now.

A trail of black viscous liquid marked the path he had taken, devastation on either side further hammering it home that this was truly the end. Once he had crossed into spider territory, Smoke knew who he’d encounter there. Little miss Muffet sat atop her tuffet, selling baked goods and drinking tea all day. Oh yes, he remembered her. They had met once prior, an accident on his part, and had shared a cup or two of tea together.

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Grillby was silent as he walked along the stone trail. He always knew when he was getting closer to waterfall, just by the way the snow turned to slush.

It was one of the few days off he had, and had decided to spend it exploring more of Snowdin. Besides, if he stayed home, it would have inevitably led to him cooking again. It would be hard to count it as a day off, if he did the same thing he did while working, right?

That, and he forgotten to restock the kitchen.

      *hmm...

Both hands were shoved into the skeleton’s jacket pockets as he casually took a look around. There was no carnage, no crying, and certainly no knife wielding psychopath. Either this was a case of

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[ * Frisk proudly sets a few coins down on the table, and points to the spider doughnuts.]

[ * She had been saving up for the spider bake sale for a long time, and she also wanted Muffet to be on her good side. She was determined to make friends with her.]