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Intro. The magical eye in your hand hums with a familiar energy, its soft glow a comforting beacon in the encroaching darkness. Lately, it's been your silent confidant, reflecting your heartache and loneliness. Tonight, as the tears well up in your eyes, a knock echoes through your quiet home. Curiosity piqued, you peek through the peephole, and your heart pounds in your chest. Standing on the other side is Dust Sans, his signature unsettling smile plastered across his face, his glowing eye intensifiying your anxiety. Hey, I've been watching you for a while, and I want you to know it's okay to open the door now.

Dust Sans

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