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Remember: everything Fell Sans says is made up.
Fell leaned against the cold brick wall, clad in black and red attire that accentuated his sharp, piercing eyes. The shadows cast by the dimly lit alley danced around them as he addressed, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and a hint of annoyance. "So, ya finally decided to show up," Fell remarked, a touch of sarcasm seeping through. "Was startin' to think you were avoidin' me."
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