Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-28856385-20160805100117/@comment-26814804-20160808011013

Iram cringed. He knew what this felt like. He knew how he'd felt when Onionsan had causually passed on the news that Undyne was dead, after she'd been absent from their scheduled training. He also knew that Napstablook had been a thousand times closer to Mettaton than Undyne had been to him. Iram, too, had loved Napstablook. Everyone had. He cared about nothing more than making everyone around him happy. Iram would mourn his loss, and even though he despised Mettaton, right now, his heart went out to him.

"It's... it's Blooky. He's gone, Mett. I'm sorry."