Jason clears his throat when he sees that the bottle has pointed at him. "I'd say truth." I nodded, looking for something to give me an idea. Tapping my chin, I looked at Jason's chest, seeing that it glowed a light blue.

"Jason, what's the name of the song that sounds in your music box?" He was taken back by my question but waves it off like it was nothing.

"I don't know. It just has a normal melody like any other music box." He shrugs, placing his hand on his chest, just above the bright blue light.

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Slender sighs, crossing his arm as the bottle pointed at his feet. "Give me a truth, (Y/n)." Sally frowns up at Slender, pouting a little bit.

"Ok, are you going to kill the pastas if they get too old?" I asked, a little curious about his answer. All the other pastas seemed to be interested as well as they all turned to look at the tall figure.

"Depends, but no. Many pastas can't really get old like BEN or Sally to the point were I have to kill them. Others just live on until something of their's is destroyed, like Jason's music box. If they're my proxies, they have a longer life span then any normal human being. If they're just a normal human, they will also have a longer life span. So I basically don't really have to kill anyone. They mostly get themselves killed or to injured to carry on." Slender shrugs, making the other pastas think about his words.

"So basically we're kinda immoral?" Jeff asked, raising a brow.

"I wouldn't really say immoral, but yes."