The End

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Sans quickly dodged the knife "heh, didja really think you would be able-"  Frisk swing again, and it hit him, dealing 9999 damage. His pupils became smaller, as blood dripped from his mouth and torso. "... ... ... so... guess that's it, huh? ... just... don't say i didn't warn you." He then turned around and left. Frisk then heard him say. "welp. i'm going to grillby's. papyrus, do you want anything?" Before the familiar sound of monster dust. He was dead.

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