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Olimar, softly break dances: What’s wrong son?

Momotaro: You’re not my dad.

“And just look at how happy he is!”

A Waddle Dee in a flower costume pulled up a wagon, “Wanya wanya! Happy Halloween! I brought treats for you and your family!”

     The next individual on her list? Oh, that co-captain Olimar was always seen with... --Yes, Louie, that was it. The two interstellar travelers had names quite close to her kingdom’s red and green heroes, the Hocotation’s own arriving soon after the mental connection rung about. Afterward, his name would be called out, free glove waving him down. As the other had a wrapped surprise inside.

     “Louie? Excuse me, Louie? Might I have a second of your time?” Shoes clicked towards him, eventually slowing to a slight crouch. “Sorry to bother, but I have a little something for you. If you’d accept, of course. I must admit, it’s a guilty pleasure of mine, putting smiles on the faces of others!” A giggle as sweet as the scent seeping from the revealed carrot cake slice permeated throughout. It owned a fork, napkin, and a plate large enough to hold it all. That signature smile able to capture the most tyrannical of hearts shined forth, hands offering the slice out for Louie to take. “You and your friend Olimar enjoy vegetables, right? I thought it fitting for carrot cake to be something someone like you would enjoy then! I need nothing other than your happiness in return, understood?”

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That sudden shift of fate came with a new body. With that body came a countless number of costs. Loss. Sacrifice. But there was something she let go of that she missed most. Something that she didn’t realize it was gone until she longed for it again. A feeling, from both the inside and out.

It was warmth.

How could Fiora feel the heat of the summer breeze with a body made out of metal? How could she embrace the same old comfort from a hug? How could she experience that feeling that would ignite her heart with a certain spirit?

The warmth. It was all gone. Replaced by a cold shell of machinery. The same machinery that keeps her alive to this very day. A pity, that something so heavy, so artificial, so cold be the very thing that keeps her going.

A cruel shift in fate indeed. That old saying was right, wasn’t it?

“You’ll never know how much you’ll miss something until it’s…

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It had been shocking enough Sans would even participate in something like this, bu the pure vastness of this fighting competition was astounding! she'd been exploring a bit, after having seen a couple of matches and was... a bit lost now, frnakly. but that's ok!  she'd find her way eventually. just... oh, look at how colorful and cute those creatures are! and following that astronaut looking little man...

Frisk ignored the groan that came from her phantom companion, who knew what cute creatures being spotted meant. again, it didn’t matter she was lost- she had no place to be, she could spend some time out here, just for a bit...