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She pulls out a photo of Mettaton and her trusty knife.

"Sara...?"

"Stand back." Elizabeth steps away about a yard as Sara slices her index finger on her left hand open. She winces at the pain, but braces herself to do it. With her bleeding finger she traced a heart shape made of blood around the photo. She sets the photo down at the tip of the star and lets a drop of blood fall to the center as she chants something.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..." She whispers over and over again, gradually getting louder. The chalk begins to glow.