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Frisk: *They stick their tongue out, like Flowey does* Yup~! *They take their knife, about to slice, but something happens, and Frisk is thrown at the wall, as if somebody threw them* What the fuck?! Ugh! Just let me kill her!! *They run back, and peirce the knife into Elenor's chest* Hehehehe~~! That's better~! Isn't it~?

Flowey: *He watches, disturbed, not able to look away*

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