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Bryson clenched his teeth. How could he get past this thing? He had no weapons, all he could do was use magic. But how would that help?

He snapped his fingers. He had an idea.

He teleported behind the amalgamate and started running.

Asgore communicated with Mettaton.

"How did He escape?!"