Henry: AHHHH!!~!!~! I-I'M CLO-OSE~!~~!!~!~

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Shula: *She pants heavily, 

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Gaster: I... I need your help.

Sans: Like Hell you do!!

Gaster: Language! *Sans was shooting harsh vibrations of HATRED towards Gaster. Like... The same amount of HATRED he gives Flowey kinda HATRED*