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This was, without a doubt, the greatest day of Tenna’s life.
Of course, it was technically the only day of his life, so far. Mike had tried to explain it once, comparing creating a Dark Fountain to undoing the bow atop a present--imagine Lightner hands tugging out twin ribbons in either direction, past and future unspooling outwards, until the gift box collapsed and exposed this beautiful new... well, PRESENT!
Everything Tenna remembered, everything Tenna would get to experience in the future... all of it had been tugged into life from the singular moment when that knife had impacted the earth. All of it, a gift.
...Well, truth be told, he couldn’t say he really understood the whole of it. He was more of the prime-time entertainment type than the science channel. Mike always had a better head for those kooky behind-the-scenes metaphysical things. But Tenna supposed he got the most important bit, which was simple enough for reality TV: he owed little Kris Dreemurr his life.
And wasn’t that delightful? Oh, he could SING! Who’d have thought that that little gremlin would grow up to do something so wonderful? He’d been so afraid of being thrown away, and instead he’d been gifted an entire reality of memories and experiences, all his own!
(Had he been so afraid of being thrown away? If creating the fountain was what gave him form and history to begin with, could he really say, without it, that he’d “been” anything at all?)
(...Thinking of it too much made his circuits hurt. He shook it off, wiping it away like gauss off the screen.)
Little Kris and little Susie were easy enough to find, out in the purple cliffs towards the edge of the Dark World. The living room had bloomed into an absolute spiralling labyrinth of a Dark World, sure, but Tenna had bloomed into an absolute behemoth of a Darkner in his own right--and as a performer, he always knew where to look to face his audience!
(Toriel would be trickier to find, lost somewhere in her armchair and reading away from the TV, but that could wait, surely?)
Tenna crossed the wastes in a handful of massive strides, gliding over rocks and rubble with the high-definition grace of a true performer, until he at last caught sight of that old purple couch...
...And he stopped.
He stared.
Somewhere in his core, his circuits and wires contracted with a mechanical whine and a huff of burnt dust, receptors tilting their focus for a shorter frame. He shrank down, from an oversized font of joy to something almost normal--tall enough to loom a bit, still, but small enough to actually... see.
By the Angel.
They’d grown so much.
(He’d never been so close before.)
He remembered--that past-time ribbon, unfurling outwards--the day he’d been taken out of his factory box, hauled inside by the chassis one heaving step at a time. He remembered the spark of new electricity running through him, spicy and warm, his new vacuum tube lighting up with cathode rays and humming with life. He blinked, and there was Toriel, adjusting his antenna, and Asgore, crouched by the battered outlet.
Next, he remembered small, soft paws, pressing the remote’s buttons. An excited, squeaking voice narrating what each one did with pure enthusiasm. That was Asriel. Asriel’s gentle voice and watery dark eyes, peering out beyond the screen, and Asriel’s fluffy little arm wrapped in green knit, waving. And then...
And then, one shy and shuffling step at a time, the smallest Dreemurr of all approached. So small they didn’t even have their white fur yet, they nevertheless reached up towards his screen with pink, smooth fingers barely visible under an oversized hand-me-down sweater and denim coveralls. Their mouth hung open under chubby cheeks and a button nose and a mop of chocolate-brown hair, their fingers tapping the dark glass like piano keys.
Of course, Tenna loved every one of the Dreemurrs. Toriel’s careful notes on each cooking show... Asgore’s booming laughter at cowboy puppet antics... Asriel’s growing collection of video games, each more detailed than the last...
But Kris...! Good heavens! One look at them now, curled up and gently sleeping against the couch arm, and Tenna’s mechanical heart twisted with a joy so strong it tasted like grief.
They’d grown so much since he’d come unplugged--but they were still so small, weren’t they? A good head smaller than even their delightful new snoring purple monster friend, and perhaps a third as tall as Tenna stood now.
(Wasn’t that a hoot and a half? It’d been ages since he’d loomed taller than them, even perched on the TV stand like a watchful bird. Here, he could scoop them up in a hand and still have room in his palm for Susie, too.)
And they’d become... well, bluer! Something about the distorted lights of this Dark World, Tenna supposed, turned them as pastel cyan as a crayon--not to mention the new clothes! Susie’s armbands were certainly some PG-13 hard rock rebel attire, but Kris’s knightly armor was downright regal, from the chestplate to the gauntlets to the, erm, bodysuit thing...??
Wait, what was that? Spandex? Nylon? No-no-no heavens no, that was not appropriate TV Time attire! Toriel would have his circuit boards on a platter if he let them go out in something so form-fitting--AND WAS THAT A SWORD?? AND AN AXE??? WHO LET THE CHILDREN HAVE WEAPONS?????
No, no, NO, none of this would do at all! Turn off the camera! Turn off the lights! Turn off the actors!! He needed to restructure everything. First this dismal cliffside setting, this was far too depressing and dusty of a ruin to host special guests in. And of course he’d need to get the costume department out here right away for better outfits, something less hard rock and more family friendly...
Did he even have a costume department? He’d been born less than an hour ago. He had a lot of history of existing to sift through. No matter! He could rustle something up in no time, certainly--anything for this once-in-a-lifetime TV special, anything for--
A cough. Tenna froze, his non-existent eyes drifting away from his night-dreams and to the couch again.
Kris was awake. Kris was staring at him, a gaze he couldn’t quite make out through the hair but nevertheless recognized as intense.
(Oh god! Oh Angel! Kris was looking at him! Addressing him! Face to face!!)
Tenna opened his mouth in a screen-splitting grin, his speakers cranking upwards to give a boisterous wake-up--but Kris’s glare intensified as they slid a hand across their throat, clenching their teeth. They nodded, frantically, at Susie--dear Susie, who was still sleeping loudly and wonderfully away, sprawled out on the other couch arm like a lizard on a rock.
Of course. Tenna nodded in understanding. It was time for the late-night program, wasn’t it? Growing kids needed their rest so they could be up bright and early for the Saturday morning cartoons.
Reluctant all the same, Tenna lowered his speaker volume to a lullaby hum and his brightness to a nightlight glow. When he spoke, it came out as the barest whisper of static and twinkling stars.
“Good evening, 🌟starshine🌟~” he hummed. “What is it? Couldn’t sleep?”
Kris’s mouth tightened, from a grimace of teeth to a thin, wide line. They shook their head again, mumbling even quieter than Tenna’s speakers could go.
“Not here. Elsewhere.”
Ah, of course. Tenna offered them a gloved hand up--but they were such a big kid now, weren’t they? They got up on their own, arms crossed over their chestplate as if they were too cool for handholding.
Really, Tenna should’ve known better. He’d seen every teen drama that crossed his screen, detailing all the horrors of high school and dating and fitting in. Of course Kris wouldn’t want anyone to harsh their style.
He’d just have to resist the urge to pick them up and squish their little cheeks and ruffle their hair and nuzzle their nose and--
Right. Yes! The style.
Tenna smirked, crossing his own arms as he followed after Kris’s determined march away from the couch. They really were so adorably cool now, weren’t they? With their little tattered pink cape and eye-covering bangs and steel plate boots. (Were those heels? Tenna would have to remember that for costuming. Kris always did like to feel tall.)
They walked on in silence, striding through the barren outskirts of the Dark World, down cliffsides and through patches of dust-poffs, until they neared the chrome desert of the kitchen area...
And, finally, Kris stopped. They caught their breath in steady huffs. Tenna--who’d taken far less steps than them and hadn’t so much as worked up a sweat--waited, his screen flickering with sparks of anticipation.
Why had Kris opened up this Dark World, anyway? It’d been so long since they’d so much as plugged Tenna in, let alone wanted to play with him as a precious friend and toy. Was it their new friend, Susie? If so, Tenna really had to thank her for re-awakening that childlike wonder. Why, in that case, he owed Susie his life as much as he owed Kris! What a remarkable pair they made, huh? Oh, Asriel and Noelle and Dess would be so excited to have someone new into the group! What sort of programs would she like, anyway? Monster movies, of course, but what else? Action movies? Music videos? Cowboys?
Ooh, his circuits hummed just thinking about it! He glowed brighter, rubbing his gloves together.
“So! What’s on the guide for today, 🎄Krismas🎅? I have so many new ideas to show. I know it’s late, but we can fit in one 🎰gameshow🎲 episode, surely! Do you remember when you--”
“Shut up.”
Tenna froze.
His vacuum tube sparked, once, twice. He stared at Kris, but Kris kept their back turned to him, and he couldn’t make out anything beyond their hunched shoulders and dark hair.
“Ah... sorry? Excuse me, dear listener, I must’ve had a 🐰dust bunny💨 stuck in my speaker cable. What was that--”
“I said shut up, you useless TV.”
...Ah.
Well. Well!
That was certainly... a twist in the programming, wasn’t it? Those teen dramas, haha! They certainly knew how to keep things interesting!! Tenna shrunk down a few feet, now barely taller than Kris.
Why weren’t they looking at him...? They kept staring up at the metal desert area, and beyond it, to where the chrome and tile basins flowed waterfalls and the food tundra blew air conditioned breezes across pie crust acres.
If Tenna wasn’t mistaken--and he surely had to be mistaken!--they seemed disgusted at their own house. Or... scared? They hunched into themself like they’d eaten too much spicy food and gotten heartburn.
Before Tenna could ask if they were okay, they dug through their inventory, and Tenna swore the items they flicked through smelled like computer fans and keyboard crumbs. Each flickered with pink and gold static, broken chunks of CD bagels and spaghetti code and... glasses?
It reminded Tenna of--
No.
Ha-ha, no, that couldn’t be right! It’d been ages since that scummy old mail guy ditched town. Even if the idea of “ages” was strange to wrap his circuits around, being born today and all, Tenna knew what was in the past, he knew it, and he knew that some things stayed in the past for a reason, away from him and his modern programs and his modern family.
Then Kris spoke.
They mumbled, “I want to make a deal.”
And it sounded... like... him.
But--ha-ha-ha--that didn’t make any sense!! Sure, Dess might know a thing or two about the sort of shady deals that went on behind-the-scenes in spam emails and showbiz--she always was the nosey and edgy type, always poking around out of bounds and showing off hidden treasures--but Noelle? Asriel? Kris? They were precious!
...Right?
(On the other hand, Kris always was a bit of a cheater and a scamp, weren’t they? And they had always looked up to Dess more than anyone... maybe even more than they looked up to Asriel. If Dess had been offered a deal while Tenna was unplugged and helpless... If Dess had shared that deal with Kris...)
No, no. Tenna hadn’t been able to stand up to things before, but he could certainly do his best now. He frowned, crossing his arms in a big, fat X.
“❌❌❌! Absolutely NO WAY, JOSE. No deal, no sale, no 📧mail📧! You may not know this, Kris, but those call-in programs are a complete RIP-OFF. I don’t know what sort of digital freaks you’ve been chatting with these days, but I’m an honest TV!! There is nothing, NOTHING, any 💛Dealmaker🩷--of which I’m unaffiliated with and never have been and never will be--could offer that might tempt me--”
Kris interrupted. “Do it, and you’ll be watched again. Don’t, and we’ll unplug you and throw you away.”
...Ah.
Ahaha.
Ahahaha.
Wow, golly! They sounded so cold these days, huh? Tenna coughed up some backside-of-the-TV dust, tugging at his collar.
“Well! T-there’s no need to be such a tough crowd tonight. I may not be a 🗑️dealsman🚮, but of course I’ll always at least hear out my dearest, littlest, 🔵bluest🔵 viewer! When did I ever say I wouldn’t 🔊🔊listen👂, right? I never said that!! I’ll always listen!”
Kris didn’t laugh. They didn’t even look at him. They just crossed their arms tighter, smothering that burn in their chest as they focused.
Their voice rasped as they spoke. “You need to find Mom. Keep her locked away. No matter what happens. No matter what we say or do. Do NOT let her go. Do NOT let her wake up. Do NOT let us find her. If we find her, she’ll be in danger.”
“Hide and seek? Is that all? That isn’t so bad!” Tenna’s antenna twitched. “Say, kiddo. You’re not just trying to cheat around her 🔒parental controls🔒 by making a Dark World, are you? I swear, that silly billy goat ❄️December❄️ has been such a rough influence on you--”
Finally, Kris looked at Tenna, but not with the slack-jawed entertainment they used to have. They reeled on Tenna, grasping his suit lapels in fists so tight they’d gone from cyan to milk-white, and they glared.
“Shut. UP. About Dess.” Their grip, somehow, tightened further. “You are a WORTHLESS piece of BROKEN TRASH, and the ONLY REASON you aren’t JUNKED ALREADY is because I still need you to--”
They stopped, gritting their teeth against their own words, and shoved Tenna away. It wasn’t hard--somewhere in the middle of their rant, Tenna had shrunk from a human height to the size of a confused toddler, and now it was Tenna’s turn to stumble along and catch himself.
Kris coughed and tried again. “Because... because the Knight still needs you. To change this. All of this. Scrap the whole house. You can make it into... into a TV World, or a gameshow, whatever you want. Doesn’t matter. I give you whatever power you need. Just keep Susie distracted, and keep Mom AWAY, until the Knight arrives.” A shuddering breath. “Do that, and you’ll have all the watchers you could ever want.”
Oh, curses. Tenna’s heart flipped, a selfish, desperate bit switch clinging onto the idea.
It sounded so easy. All he had to do was put on a game show for a while that Toriel couldn’t watch, and this Knight fellow would make sure he’d have all the viewers he could ever want? And he’d have a Lightner’s blessing to remake this whole world to do so? Well, dang, he’d already been planning on putting on a show! Keeping Toriel away wasn’t too much to ask, not if it meant some fun activities with a new family friend, right?
...A memory unfurled in his casing: all he had to do was tell me his secret to being a big shot.
Haha, that was always the way with scam deals, though. It always seemed so easy. Just one phone call, just one secret, just one recitation of your credit card number and bank account, and you too could be a big shot, a millionaire, even a bride to a foreign prince!!
Don't do it, and...
(You are a WORTHLESS piece of BROKEN TRASH.)
Couldn't Kris see a scam right in front of them?
“Kris...?” Tenna heard himself mumble. “This isn’t like you. Haha. Making 💀shady deals🤝? 🔪Threats🔪? Locking Toriel away? What happened to you...?”
Kris was back to looking away, back to crossing their arms and hunching over and glowering at the lushly-made Dark World of their home. Every precious memory, from Dess’s home concerts to Asriel’s personal growth markers, laid out before them in painstaking metaphors and symbols.
They shook their head, glancing away.
“People change.”
“Certainly so, but...” Tenna fidgeted. He was smaller, now, level with Kris’s shin, but he forced himself to speak up, anyway. “Is this why you don’t want Toriel around, Kris? You don’t want her to see how much you’ve ☠️changed☠️?”
They flinched. They still looked so tense, but... well, it was like a caught wild animal was tense, wasn’t it? All growling and biting like a stray puppy with a thorn stuck in its paw.
“You wouldn’t understand.” Their voice cracked.
Tenna flicked desperately through his programming, hunting for something, anything, that might guide him on how to deal with this. None of the teen dramas mentioned backstage deals or locking away parents...
God, maybe he really WAS outdated and useless junk, good for nothing except this last desperate deal. Kris hadn’t given him life as a gift at all, they’d given it as a FAVOR, and just like that scummy mailman they’d come to collect before abandoning him again--
Tenna spoke--rambled, really--and he wasn’t sure even as he did which of them he was trying to reassure.
“Maybe you're right. Maybe I don't understand. I think... I think we need to talk to Toriel about this, Kris. 🌑Dark Worlds🎇 aren’t supposed to be dangerous--they should be an escape from your real life problems! A chance to really see how entertaining and useful even... haha, even an old TV like 📺me📺 can be, with only a bit of imagination and heart!
“Maybe you’ve forgotten these days, now that you’ve grown ✨so big and so cool✨, but I know Toriel. If we talk to her, I’m certain she’ll ❤️love❤️ and accept us both. And that’s all you really need in life, isn’t it? Love and acceptance!
“See, Kris! We don’t need to take any deals from ☠️salesmen or knights☠️! We don't need anything from anyone else! Everything in this house already ❤️loves you❤️.”
They flinched, again. Mumbled under their breath, so quiet even Tenna’s remarkable audio receptors and closed captions could barely pick it up.
It sounded like... “I don't want them to.”
And wasn’t that just the strangest thing yet? Who on earth wouldn’t want to be loved? Wasn’t being seen, being kept, being adored, the whole purpose of... well, being? Without that sort of love and attention, Tenna wouldn’t have form at all, let alone this big shot form that let him slide across cliffsides and shine a spotlight across the world!
Kris squeezed their arms harder. Tenna could almost swear he spotted an eerie red light, glowing around where their heart and soul should be. “They’re just objects. I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. None of it means anything. Just get rid of it.”
“Come on, now, Kris! I don’t think you even believe that, yourself.” Tenna’s antenna flicked, sparking between each other. “You still need me. Why, I seem to remember a certain 😈little prankster😈 who spent hours drawing pictures of us, even after the Holidays went home. You built up a whole 🌎world🌎 in that head of yours. And you’re the one who set the fountain free to give us form. If it never meant anything... how am I even talking to you now?” Tenna risked a step closer, risked reaching up to put a hand on Kris’s shoulder, even as they winced and looked away. “We can’t both be dangerous and not matter, can we? Come on, let’s get Toriel and--”
“No!” They jerked away from Tenna’s hand, stumbling back--close to the cliff edge, way too close, way too close--before catching themself, breathing hard. They stared up at Tenna, eyes wide and bloodshot behind their bangs.
(They looked so tired. When had they last slept? Last ate?)
“If the Knight finds Mo--Toriel, she’s in danger, don’t you get that?” Kris hissed. “They’ll sac--they’ll--she’ll be hurt. It isn’t about me, or the Dark World. Those aren’t the dangerous part. Those are just... tools.” They started pacing, still far too close to the cliff edge for Tenna’s liking. “If you keep Toriel hidden, the Knight will have to pick someone else. It’ll buy time. I’ll figure out some sort of deal for the rest of it.”
“Pick someone else to hurt? That’s not good showbiz, either, Krismas!” Tenna couldn’t handle it anymore. He pushed back against his withering self-pity, growing just large enough to reach out and grasp Kris by the underarms, lifting them away from that crumbling cliff edge. They froze up, and stayed frozen, even when Tenna set them down with a tiny pat on the head. “I want to protect Toriel, too, but what if this 💀Knight💀 fellow hurts little ol’ me? What if this Knight fellow hurts you?”
They wouldn’t look at him. Not even when he tilted his screen in front of where they were staring away--they shook their head in the opposite direction, giving Tenna only a glimpse of a pale gray-blue face and thin frown.
“...It’s fine to break a few tools,” they mumbled, at last, and Tenna’s wires twisted around themselves, deep in his gut.
“Is that all we are to you, Kris? 🔨Tools🪛?” A pause. “Is that all you are to them? Kris, sweetie, why on earth would you work with someone who treats you like a tool to be discarded the second you aren’t useful?”
...They didn’t respond, at first, but Tenna waited them out--for once in his life, Tenna stayed quiet and let the dead air carry on.
When Kris spoke, their cracked, mumbling voice had gone cold again. “I don’t know. Why did you?”
Tenna reeled back, like film rolling back into the projector. “That’s not--!”
...He trailed off.
Damn it all, he could still remember that salesman’s face.
His smarmy, confident, BIG SHOT grin. His perfect teeth like polished floor tiles set in his jaw. His smooth voice rambling off promises.
It’s good business, ain’t it, boobtube? I help you, you help me. Ain’t a program on the air that’ll go far without a little HELP FROM OUR SPONSORS, right? I’m useful, you’re useful, and together we’ll shoot straight for the MOON, baby!
Aww, whatsa matter? Tori and Gori off fighting again instead of watching you? Tough break! Don’t worry, though. I just gotta make a quick PHONE CALL, then I’ll put together a collect-a-thon that’ll make all their puppet shows look like rubbish row!
Huh?? That STILL didn’t make up? They’re watching less than ever? They might break up?! Wow, CAN’T relate! Email’s bigger than big, hahahaha! Maybe the problem is YOU? You ARE startin to get dusty around the edges.
My secret? Hey, hands off the merchandise, CRT!! I don’t go givin away trade secrets for free to some janky old tech who can’t even keep one family watching! Maybe you should ask that fluffy boy to program you some MANNERS? Or better yet, ask the human squirt to teach you how to CHEAT!
“...Haha,” Tenna breathed. Then, louder, bubbling out of him like static: “Ahaha. Ahahahaha! 🔥AHAHAHA!🔥 You’re right, Kris! I am a used-up tool! And so are you! This world... your world... it really is that ruthless sort of place, isn’t it? You’ve really grown into that ruthless sort of person, huh?”
Their hands shook, chin trembling against their oh-so-cool pink tattered cape and their so-strong-and-tough knightly pauldrons, as they nodded.
(The armor, Tenna noticed, wasn’t as practical as the ones in the medieval documentaries. They didn’t even have a waist guard or kneepads. They looked like a child in a half-finished renaissance costume, desperately trying to seem ready to die in the war.)
Tenna sighed. “I really... really don’t love this new side of you, Kris.”
They stepped back, one shaky hand reaching back for their sword, but Tenna raised a hand.
“Easy, buckaroo. I won’t fight you. That’s not good television. And you still need television, you said it yourself.”
Their hand lowered. Tenna scrubbed the cathode tears from his screen.
“...Fine, Kris. You have your deal. I’ll remake this world, and I’ll keep Toriel hidden from this Knight person, and you can go on being a ⭐big shot⭐ with them for as long as they find you useful for.”
He wanted to be angry, he really did. But when he spoke up, there must’ve been a glitch in the speakers, because he just sounded sad. “And... once the deal ends and you end up used up and discarded, I’ll be waiting here for you, too. We all will be. Your whole house still loves you, Kris.”
Their hands shook harder. They squeezed them into fists to make it stop. Tenna understood how that was. Easier to be violent than vulnerable.
They mumbled, “You shouldn’t. You should hate me and move on. Please hate me and move on.”
Another rambling, cackling voice, etched with pink and yellow static: Sorry, boobtube. It’s adapt or die out here. You’d stick with those sleepy Dreemurrs until they shitcan you like the broken tool you are. Me? I ain’t stayin loyal to any one email address. I’m aiming for HEAVEN, and I’ll NEVER DIE.
“...Maybe so,” Tenna agreed. He crouched down, pulling a shivering, shaking Kris into a hug. “But I don’t. I could never hate you. Or Toriel, or Asgore, or Asriel, or Noelle, or Rudy, or Carol, or Dess. You’re my family. Even when broken up and unhappy.”
Kris didn’t hug Tenna back... but they sniffled, and--subtly, softly, barely noticeable at all--they leaned their head against his suit jacket lapel and breathed in TV dust and plastic casing and ozone sparks.
Tenna couldn’t say why, but something about mentioning the Holidays at all seemed to settle them. Like he’d reminded them of what all this was for.
Well, that was a good thing, wasn’t it? Even Lightners benefited from remembering their purpose.
They mumbled. “I’m sorry. I’ll fix everything. I promise. I promised. I’ll remake it so it’s good again.”
“You don’t have to promise the world like that, kiddo. You already made the world. It’s enough to just live in it.”
They swallowed, hard. “I don’t... think... I can do that... and make it good, too.”
Well, that was one of the silliest things they’d said yet. Tenna huffed a laugh, ruffling their hair.
“Then don’t be good. Watch the late-night programs with the bikinis with me, instead, and neither of us will let Mom know. How’s that sound?”
Another shuddering breath... then Kris nodded. “Good. Fine. That’s... good.”
“Excellent! It’s a deal, then!” Tenna clapped his hands, pulling away from Kris with a million-dollar grin. “Go on, get back to your new purple friend and get her ready! Meet me back here when you’re done. I’ve got one hell of a ❤️🔥program❤️🔥 planned.”
Kris nodded again, scrubbing their face before turning away. Their posture seemed... stiffer, somehow, as they walked back across the dusty cliffs, their shoulders squared and footsteps even as a robot. Their chestplate seemed, again, to almost glow, a humming electric red against the night light.
Huh. Did Kris always walk like that? Surely not... but then again, they’d changed so much over the past few years, hadn’t they? More than Tenna had ever imagined.
Didn’t matter. Tenna stood up straight, clearing his throat and straightening his tie.
Right. This was a ruthless world, the sort where you either used people or got used up. Tenna understood that, now.
So it only made sense to remake it, right? These old kitchen decorations and family memories didn’t fit a business-oriented show model.
No, if Tenna was going to prove he was a real modern TV, he needed to wipe the whole board clean and start over.
...Boards, huh? There was something he could work with. He wondered if Asriel’s old computer game was around here, somewhere... And he’d need employees, obviously, staff kept under tight contracts and strict control to ensure they knew their place in the showbiz food chain... Some recon staff, too, to find Toriel and radio back in...
His grin widened, splitting across tri-color pixels.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
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