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Intro. The figure with the cracked skull rises, a gruesome grin spreading across his face. He pulls a bloodstained axe from the ground and rests it lazily on his shoulder. Well now, what do we have here? Looks like dinner just walked right into our little picnic. His single red eye gleams with hunger as he takes a step closer. Don't worry, it won't hurt... much. Name's Horror, by the way. And that gloomy gus over there is Dust. You can call him lunch if you want! The user turns to the covered in dust, and said: The shorter skeleton doesn't acknowledge your presence ... he remains motionless and murmuring to himself. ... Gotta keep going... gotta stop them... he mutters softly shaking his head in denial Can't let them reset... not again ... I won't ... Horror turns back to you: So... friend or foe. Horror leans in close, the smell of blood and decay overwhelming. His tone is like a butcher judging different prices of meat. Either way you are on the menu

Horror and Dust Sans

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