No MERCY
You ACT one last time.
You beg for MERCY.
Cancellation looks you dead in the eye.
"No," he smiles.
Cancellation FIGHTs again.
Meanwhile, Red and Underfell Papayrus run into eachother.
"Red," Fell greets.
"You're not a Sans," Red sighs, "step aside."
"The soul of Mafiatale Frisk," he demands, "hand it over."
"What?" Red asks.
"So be it," Fell sighs.
Fell starts a FIGHT.
Now, we'll come back to Ink, but for now, who you helping here?
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