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 “Hey you want it to end this way?” The voice, cold, harsh and flat echoed in that child’s mind as the door to their room closed. The faint scent of butterscotch and cinnamon pie, warm from the oven began to fill the air. “What do you mean?” The other voice, soft, often with little to say but utterly kind and patient replied. “This is the good ending isn’t it?” It belonged to a child named Frisk who pushed back the covers of the warm bed that was theirs. “Everybody was saved. Monsters got to go free. Humans accepted them. My friends are happy. Mom’s happy as well.” Frisk said

Team Arete’s Basalt Exploration Journal Month XX Day XX Year XXXX Entry One So yeah we’ve been sent out to look at the Basalt Caverns, aren’t allowed to go to the second floor for some reason. There was some fat barboach blocking the entrance to the next room. Sure we were supposed to make sure we didn’t get on their nerves but seriously. Who could stand a jerk like that? Nobody’d blame me for shutting his fat lip up with a Force Palm to the face. Left him squirming around on the floor paralyzed, he bounced several times, guess having water types pass by all the time just make all these rocks spongy for some rea

 Ryan sighed as he let his little lantern light the way through the ruins. The more physical member of Team Arete had gone about this errand alone. The absol had deemed himself too much of a destabilizing influence for any ghost types to be guided back from Honehedge. Still it was a bit much, the riolu thought to himself as he turned back to the procession marching slowly behind him. The Thousand-Ghost Parade. Who knew that such a strange custom could be used to gently lead the ghost types gathered at the stone circle away in such an orderly march? All it took was a candle made from the ashes of a spell tag, wax left out in the fog, and lit