Frisk: You don't have to be sorry, you know... I take no offence. I agree, actually. Now, we're almost to the group...
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Mugman: O-Oh, that makes more sense...
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Flowey: Hey, Trashbag!
Sans: Sup', Weed?
Flowey: Can I borrow your notebook?
Sans: Yup, go ahead. *He sets down a notebook, and a couple pencils, looking confusingly at Ava, then shaking it off, and walking away*
Flowey: Okay. *He flips through about half the book, that seems to be mostly artwork of people like Papyrus, Eliver, Bendy, ect. or drawings of stars and galaxies, until he reaches blank pages* Okay, take one of the pencils, and hold it in your mouth, just below the metal part.
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QFTS 7: A Lie Within A Truth
FanfictionHi. In case you haven't caught on by the seventh book, this is a book.
