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darkeryetdarker) wrote2022-09-06 08:51 pm
darkeryetdarker) wrote2022-09-06 08:51 pm
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Gaster enters the bar from a door. Behind him is nothing but darkness.
He's holding a small stone in his arms. It's just a stone, nothing remarkable about it - but Gaster cradles it as if it was a piece of priceless treasure.
He sits at a table, touching it, staring at it.
It's real.
He's real.
He's holding a small stone in his arms. It's just a stone, nothing remarkable about it - but Gaster cradles it as if it was a piece of priceless treasure.
He sits at a table, touching it, staring at it.
It's real.
He's real.