It Started With The Stab of a Knife : An AfterDeath Tale
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    It Started With The Stab of a Knife : An AfterDeath Tale

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    He had suffered many, many resets inside this darkness. Inside this...void. Geno Sans was unable to take much longer of this madness that he had put himself through. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it to end. However, little did he know, that Death...

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    A Calm Evening With An Unlikely Crowd

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    Don't you remember? 
    
                          

    
                          
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    Let's see...
    
                          

    
                          
    How about this one? 
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
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    Don't you remember?
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    His body evaporated into dust, blowing away with the small sliver of draft. 
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    Don't you remember them?
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    The head was laying in the powdery snow, cradled in a crimson scarf.
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    Don't you remember him?
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    The murderer smiled, for they saw the past, present, and future. 
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    Don't you remember ME?
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    Crush.
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    Don't you remember...
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    Papyrus was no more.
    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          

    
                          
    Y̷̧̡̨̧̛̛̺̝̱̻̲̮͔̝̩̼̼͓̣̫͎̥̹̩͖̖̳͕̤̭͙͐̑̃͗͌͋̀͋͌͆̈́̀̓͋̅͐̈́̓͐̽̔̍͆̋͗͂̃͂͂̓̀̎͌͂̏̄̈́̈́̓̈́͋̀̍̀́̓̿̂̅̋̾̇͒͌̊̒̈́̎̆̀͂̈̒͛̄̅̌͋́̊͂̓̓͊͆͑̿̑̍̈́͑͊̒̏̓͊̉͌̀̅͆͌̈͒̇̀̀̎̓͗̌̈́̈̽̚͘̕̕͘̕͘̚͜͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅỌ̶̧̢̡̢̨̢̡̨͓͎̱͕̪̥͇͍̺͕͕̤̩̻̫͎̗̳̻̦͔̮̠͚̼̭̙̻̬̳̯̳̘̥͇̯͚͔̙̞̩̬̜͉͙̦̰͎̘̣̝̞̩͙̥͉͔̭̯̗͕͚̝̼̖͍̮̟͎͇̼̟̘͍̝̮̦̝͔̠̪̖͎̰̬̄͊̈̑̌͒͛̑͑̋̆̂͐̋͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅȔ̶̧̡̢̢̨̨̨̢̧̢̢̨̢̡̡͕͖͈̟͎̙͖͚̮̝̳̺͈̖̤̫̘̮̮̫̬̘̦̭̤̦̳͚̩̣͓̰͎̙̮̦͉͕̳͉̹̻͉̮͇̞̼̭͉̗̜̠͚̦̗͎̯̣͈̞̥̞̦̦̜̫̥̺̪͚̼͍͉͇̻́͋̈͊̍͌͒̃̈͛̿̊͒͂̋̆̔̄̒̅͂̋̏̏̂́̏̈́̐̄̆̾̕̚̚͠͝ͅͅŘ̷̢̡̢̡̡̛̭̤̣͔͙̗̖͉̮̳͇̩͍̮͚̮̣̗͖̰̼̗̘̟̲̫͚̰͕͚̪̟͉̲̥̹̣̲̜̫̝̲̻͎̪̲̯̘͎̪̜͛̈́̅͑͐̀̉́̾͛̓̌͌̀̅̇͋̐̀̀̕̕͘͘͜͠ͅͅͅ ̴̢̨̧̛̛̛̛̛͉̞͈̙̙͈̖̹̯̭̮̘̭̤̥̮̝̟̹̺̱͙̱̭̖͎͖̫̲͈̪̹͍͕͍͖̺̞̟̯̪͕̯͈̝͚͓͈̮͋̍̂̊̏̾̒̃̓̈́̐̒̾̎̈̒̎̊͛̊̎̋̿͗̉͛̈̄͑̇̈̓͆̓͒̄͑̈́̀̒͒́̄͂̆̂̇̾̐̓͒̅̄̍̄͐́̈́̃̑̍̿͑̉̏́̃̉̊͛̌̅͐̆͂̿̓̅͒̓͑̍̉̈́̉̊̂̐̓͐̄́̌̃̌͑̒͊͆̀͛̎̏̿̕̕̚̚͘̕̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝F̶̡̧̳̭͖̞̱͎̯̣̻͈̲̭̞̞͙̱̫͔͉͚̘̗̖̹̣̝̱͕̝̫̙̠̭͉̞̥̼͙͔̰͎͙̖̞̜̣̮̫̮͖͎͈̯̪̪̱͈̺͖̰͍͒̍͑͂̂̈́̀͂͗̏͗͊̽̂́̈́̍̀́̓̉̕͜͝͝ͅA̴̧̢̧̨̧̧̨̨̡̧̧̛̠͓͕̞͔̤͔̰̼͎͙̬͈̝͉̭͇͉͓͓̮̟̰̱͈̯̠̘͕̮͍̝̟̜̻̭̠͍̩̖͙͖͚̥̙͉̼͙̜̣̺͙̟̪͖̤͚͉̮͚̹͍̠̺͙̟̙̹͔̟͓͉̥͖͈̯̗̞̺̱͖͍̥̘͈̬͉̲̟̮͊̍͌̂̌̂́̀͊̋̋̓̔̈́͐̋̌̈́̾́̈̾͗̍̀̅̅̈́̏́̄̿̾̒̆̾́̂̿̑̀͂͗̈́̍̈́͆̀̉̓́͐̔͌͑̓́̐̋͊̑̓̇̓̍́̿͐̉͒́̀͗̓̇̓͐͒̉̓̀̍̃̋̀́̏͆̓̊́̉̓̉̑̎̔͂̌̔̈́̈́̌͗̊̚̚͘̚̕̕͘̚̚̚̚̕͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͠͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅĮ̷̧̢̨̛̼͕̘̪͇̻͖̝̖͙͎͕̪̖̟̭͖̰̩̼̜͙̻̜̠̘̳̞͖̘̯̙̳̱̘͖͓̘̱̟̰̤̳̜͔̭̯̰̯͈͖̞̼͕͇͉̏́̈́̈̆͗̈́̈́̋͑̃̇͆́̎̐̓͋̐̓͋̋̀̉͌͂̔́͋̾́͛̚͘̚̚͜͜͜͠͝͠͝ͅͅL̶̡̢̧̢̢̧̧̧̢̨̢̢̛̛̛͚̬̗̺͎̪̺̰̤͖̙͕̗͉̲͖͕̹̻̝̬̪̙͔̬̹̪̱͔̪̜͚͎̻̥͍̱̳̳̬͉̟̖̝̺̲̱̯̺̦͙̞̞̬͓̹̤͇͍͇̪͖͓̫̦̭͔̬̘̞̻̤̰̪͖̱̮̣̺͓̙͚͙̗̪͓̲̐́͗̅̂̊̀̐̈́́̈́̀̂̈́͂̃́̅̇́̾̓͊̏̀̌̋̓̃̉͋̾͒̀̈́̀̓̈́̀̔̀́͊͆͋͊̆͛͗̎̆͂̿͐͋̏̈́̎̈́̃͊͂͌̈́̉̈́͛̃̎̀́̑̄̃͋̇́̊̄͛̓̍̒̐͑͌̂̄̍̌̚̕͘͘̚̕̕̚͜͜͠͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅŲ̶̢̧͔̗̼͔͍̝̰͇̟̲͈̩͓̝͓̣̠͇̫̲̝̙̙̗̟͓̝̻͙̝̱̖̪̖̼̹̳͉͔̦̦͇͉̫͎͖͕̲̣̩̂́̽̔̈́̂̀̆̑͜͜͜ͅͅȒ̸̢̨̧̧̢̧̨̨̧̧̧̢̛̜͖͉̹̰̞͖̹̻̫̟̜̠̪̗͓͙͎͕̬̩͕̤̫̯͔̹͕̭̥͎̙͕̮̪̹̤̯̜͖̞̻̤̻̹̭͎͎̺̱̞̱̦̘̳͍̜͙̺͉̯̪̩̝̰͚̘̻̥̹͈̃̇̊̋̍̈́̍̅͒̈́̏̈́̂̅́͒̑̒͂̉̑́̓̔̌̔̓̄̆̾̃̃̐̉̒͛͗̇̎̂̉̐̇͐̈́̈́̄̑͂̏̾͛̊̈́͗̅̇́͛̈́̐̾̀͒̇̈́̓̄̅͛́̃͆͗̒̀͂͊̆̌̄̅̕̚̚̕͘̚͜͜͜͠͝͝͠ͅE̷̢̨̧̧̡̢̨͚͈̬͉̠̺̹̜̟̳̰̝͈͎̘̱̜͔̣̻͈͉̟̩͉̭͚͔͈̦͙͓̞͖̳͍̼̪͎̰̰̥̼̎͂̀?̶̨̡̢̢̧̡̢̧̨̛̛̛̜̠͕͈͉̭͓̘͕̘͍̳̣͉͍̗̙̖̰͇̝̩̠͎̗̫̖̼͇͉̮̗̩̥̳͎̘̘̘͇̳̘̮̫̤̫͇̭̲̲̠̘̮̙͈̤̖͙̖̥̠̼͔͈̹̘̞͎̭̤̝̹͔̖̘̻͕͕͈̆͋͛͑͗̆̑͑̉͐̌̃̍̇̎́̈́͑̓̇́̃̎̐̇̄̄̂̾̇̇̄͌͌́̑̅̑̀̂̑̑́͛́̌̐͛̐̔̉̈́̂͌̃̉̑̾͋̈́̽͑̓͒͐̔̍̏̇͛̂͗̅͋̀̉̓̈́̈́͊͑̂̀͑̅͆̓̐̆̽͑̓̈́͗̃̀̚̚̕̚̕̚͘̚͘͘͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅ
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