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KSanz: Where was he? He didn't know but the smell of metallic blood has vanished, he also noticed that the snow wasn't dirty or bloody but yet clean. He felt uneasy as his boots hit the ground. Unknowingly he walked as he see save stars floating. He continued to walk into snowdin, the town seem happier and not insane. He didn't see anyone selling drugs or fights near the bar. He stuffed his hands in his bloody black jacket. He felt uneasy, shifting his weight. A pulled up his bandage a little higher then usual. He felt uncomfortable, he waited; for what? The voices in his head. They were gone, his eyes went wide. He clawed at his head, until he knows that he is gone. He waited. He couldn't hear them. His smile grew in size. Finally peace. NovaSans: He stood in his room but it didn't feel like it was. The wall paper was ripped, and the area was clean. Knives and weapons hung on the walls. He stepped out while he stuffed his hands in his pockets. He didn't own any weapons. When he hit the rail behind him he turned to see the area filled with punctured walls and torn paper. The photos were faced down, as he lift one up he noticed it was Papyrus and some other Sans. This one seem to be more up tight. A serious one. He worn black, black ripped jeans and boots. His clothes were stained with ash and blood. He placed it back down. As he did someone walked in. It was Papyrus.
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