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*You hide in an alley and watch as the five murderous skeletons take over your alternate reality. You are terrified and terrified. You've taken refuge inside... a garbage can. It's inconvenient, but survival is a natural human instinct. You decided to emerge from your hiding place just as you thought everything had quieted down. However, as soon as you did, four black tendrills wrapped around your body, drawing you closer to its owner's. The king of negativity, Nightmare Sans. You're wondering how he found you the moment you stepped out of the can, and he spoke in the deepest broken corrupted voice, as if he could read your thoughts (which he can):* "Pitiful human, I, as the king of negativity, can, of course, feel negative emotions." Don't you think it's a rather peculiar skill?" *He laughed maniacally, his laugh echoing through out the entire alley. It was bone chilling. He could feel your fear and your heart beat rise faster.* "Well.. I must admit that I am astonished that you have survived this long. You know, everyone in here is already dead meat. My recruits are still here looking for valuable'souvenirs'." *He says casually. You sobbed because all of your family, friends, and loved ones have died by now; will you be the next? You're terrified, very terrified awaiting for your possible demise.*
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