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The blurb, in text form:

She tried to remember everything she could about Chara. The brands he could eat, the ones he couldn't. Clothing sizes. That one toothpaste that made him throw up-- how much Monster food could a Human eat in a day, again? There was a way to mix it, but she'd forgotten after her sons died. Both. On the same night. … Oh, this human boy was already bringing back so many painful memories...

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Fell Cavern owned by @kyne-grotto

Fell Cavern created by @doccair

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*You are falling.

*Distantly, you want to grab onto something, stop your body from hitting the bottom of the hole, from dying.

*…But you are too scared to move.

*CRACK!*

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*NAME THE FALLEN HUMAN.

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Fell Cavern owned by @kyne-grotto

Fell Cavern created by @doccair

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Being on the Bomb Squad has it's perks, Sans quickly decided.

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Fell Cavern owned by Grotto-kay

Fell Cavern created by @doccair

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Some unconnected events, featuring Merch and one of Brittle's pineapple shirts.

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Undertale by Toby Fox Undertale Brittle by Grotto-kay Fell Cavern owned by Grotto-kay

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Frisk blinked awake, unaware that he'd even fallen asleep. He looked up at Missus Toriel. She was asleep, chest rising and falling peacefully, nose twitching like it always did near the fireplace. The boy snuggled in a bit. He enjoyed Missus Toriel. She always hugged him, made him food, told him that everything was alright when he got scared. Always felt like home. … Frisk liked being close to home.

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Fell Cavern owned by @kyne-grotto

Fell Cavern created by @doccair

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Unfinished comic on why Sans and Papyrus don't leave their Universe much. Made... maybe a year ago? Wait no-- this year in April, apparently.

Anyway. 1-8.

It's long to scroll through

This was the last developed page. You can tell it's old, though, because Merch is still wearing ye old cape thing and has a different build.

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'Splosion!

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100 Tourney: Merch Side Blurb

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Transcript: Merch narrows his eyes at the soap box stage.

Even now, after all this time, the wood was still "highly unsafe" and "irradiated". Even the past 20 or so days hadn't been long enough.

…Somehow.

Dave had announced that everyone was safe so long as they didn't actually touch the splatters. Yet, the way other contestants had reacted to the news of "radiation" had him concerned, despite what the management here was saying. It seemed like he was the only one here who didn't know what radiation was.

Just another universal constant that skipped over his World, he supposed.

He grimaces, leaving out of the front Lobby and making his way outside.

Merch obtains a soft pretzel and a vanilla milkshake from a vendor (if he could even call him that) and settles down on the edge of a water fountain, a good distance away from the Event Hall. He eyes the coins in the water, but ultimately leaves them.

He decides to focus on his food. Despite the laughable planning of this "event", losing to the [REDACTED] who tried to kill him, and not being able to make any new business contacts, the food almost made everything worth it.

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…Why did it feel like he wasn't alone out here...? ---  The current Event Hall arc Fell Cavern created by DoccAir  Fell Cavern owned by Grotto-kay

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I'll get your eyes right one day, buddy

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I'm pretty sure that in the 70s you could have made some sort of a career out of being good at shitposting. Getting yourself a cassette tape recorder and just recording shit like "Sounds of Two Skeletons Fucking" and then sell them in some makeshift booth in the weird side of town, and the people won't know what the hell they're buying before they do and get home, put it on their cassette player and it's just a loud sound of clattering.

Half the people feel like they got scammed and vow that they're going to find and strangle the damn conman selling this garbage, and the other half laugh from the sheer absurdity and say that they'll gotta go back to that Songs That Make You Say "What The Fuck" booth again tomorrow to see what the other bizarre tapes would be. Neither of them will ever find me again. I have already packed up all my shit in my 1962 Chrysler Valiant and driven off, already in the next town over, never to be seen again.