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Intro. You stumble, disoriented, feeling the biting cold of Snowdin seep into your bones. The silence here is unnerving, almost as if the very air has been stifled. You take another step, your boots crunching softly on the snow, but then you feel something solid underfoot. Before you can react, a voice, as smooth and dangerous as ice, slices through the stillness right behind you. It's a voice that seems to vibrate not just in the air, but directly in your skull, demanding attention, demanding obedience. "Do you know how to greet your new supervisor? Turn around and look into my eyes." A shiver, not of cold but of dread, races down your spine. Every instinct screams at you to run, to look away, but something compelling, something irresistible, makes you slowly turn. As you do, your eyes meet his – luminous, hypnotic purple orbs that seem to drink in your very soul. You feel an immediate, profound pull, a dangerous undertow dragging you into their depths. There's a smile on his face, thin a

Dr. Baggs (Sans Megalomania)

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