Chapter 8

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Pov: Max

Player: Is this your home?

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Player: Is this your home?

Max: Yes.

Player: Looks creepy.

Max: You said you know where my house is.

Player: Core told me about it, but I didn't think it looked like it... such...

- Quite a normal house. There's nothing special about it. Unless...

Max: How can you feel the presence of any creature in this place?

Player: No. I don't feel anything.

- So we're the only ones here.

Player: Do you live with someone?

Max: No, I live alone.

Inside, the house looked the same as before. There were no signs of penetration and destruction.

- Why didn't "he" destroy my house? Maybe "he" was looking for me? Or did "he" come here for the Alpha?

Player: It's pretty cozy here.

Max: Yeah.

Player: What are we going to do now?

I turned on the TV. Mettaton's show was shown there.

Max: Here, watch TV.

Player: Aren't you going to watch?

Max: I need to write something down in my notebook.

Player: Oh! Do you have a personal diary?

He looked interested.

Max: Actually it is...

Player: It's all right. I won't read it. Everyone has their own secrets.

- You already know some of them.

While he was watching TV, I went to the computer desk. The book was lying where I left it.

- Hm... All pages are in place.

I have recorded there the events that took place from the moment of my death until today.

- This has not happened to me for a long time. I usually leave my house for a while. Especially for a week. But I still have to look for the rest of the soul. Maybe I should call XGaster again?

I shifted my gaze to Player. He was already switching channel
after channel. Apparently I was trying to find some kind of AU. I started to dial the number.

Phone: ...

Max: ...

Phone: But no one came.

Usually, after one missed call, XGaster always called me back. However, there were no missed calls from him.

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