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[color=662d91]Earth. A place where both humans and monsters once lived together in perfect harmony. Humans ended all that with a single spell cast to seal us down here,[/color] Asgore thought, attempting to justify his actions, then he attempted to take his mind off of things, thinking, [color=662d91]Its a beautiful day outside, birds are singing flowers are blooming. On days like these.....[/color] He turned away from the bright yellow flower he had been watering for a good amount of time and moved onto the next. He repeated this process for about half an hour until somebody walked into the room behind him.

[color=662d91]"Oh, if it isnt the royal guardian!"[/color] he said, turning to face the skeleton in the doorway, [color=662d91]"What is it?"[/color]

[color=2e3192]"Everything's normal, as always,"[/color] said the short figure, then shrugged, [color=2e3192]"I cant even think of a pun to go with it."[/color]

[color=662d91]"I can't make heads or tails of nothing happening. It just doesn't make Sans."[/color] Asgore said, chuckling at his own pun.

The skeleton let out a small chuckle as well, [color=2e3192]"Good one, I'll remember it."[/color] 

Asgore gave a compassionate smile and said, [color=662d91]"Sans, you're off for the day. You can do whatever you want."[/color]

[color=2e3192]"Thanks, I was going to go home anyways, or maybe I'll stick around in Hotland, home is a ways away and the boat guy hasnt been here in a while."[/color] Sans replied, turning to walk out the door, [color=2e3192]"See ya later."[/color]

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Meanwhile on the surface.....
In the sky the sun shined through the clouds, casting a long beam of light on the suburbs at the base of Mt. Ebott, accenting the sprawling cul-de-sacs that wound their way all the way back to the main bulk of the city. Nearest to Mt. Ebott was a small neighborhood of one-floor white houses, each decorated with a personal touch. Not far away, a group of two story modern looking houses sat, lining the road that branched out to the left of Mt. Ebott, not quite meeting the base before becoming a round disk of tar meant for cars to turn around on. Further back, where the buildings were more thick and roads more intricate, a good sized cul-de-sac of larger white houses built in the classical revival style lay, residents bustling in and out of the buildings at what looked like a yard sale near by.
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