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Frisk walked into the room, only for their attention to be consumed by a blob of sand. Clover or Flowey may have been present, but Frisk knew and cared not, only acknowledging the sheer terror and joy that filled them as they stared at this wonderful blob of sand. It had a small frown though, as if it realized Frisk's actions. That must have been the reason Dunebud leapt at Frisk.
Frisk turned and tried to run, but it was in vain. Dunebud pounced on top of Frisk, pinning them to the ground, and proceeded to cuddle. Suddenly, Frisk's LOVE melted away, down to LOVE 1, and all desire to kill was gone from Frisk, who now laid giggling.
"I cannot believe this," Chara muttered, though they too were beginning to soften.
Clover and Flowey's mouths dropped.
"What the heck is happening?!" Flowey demanded.
Dunebud turned around and yelled, "yipEE"
Clover smiled. "It was simpler than I thought. We won."
