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"Good odds are good." He enjoyed being in Mecha's company, even in the darkest of hours. Hand-in-hand with her in the lead, he walked to the cellar to meet their allies.

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"De...determination?" asked Asgore, his eyes wide. "Don't tell me Flowey's an actual flower. Nay, don't tell me that he's a magical, evil, pellet-shooting demon flower fueled by determantion."

"Yea-yeah...I'm fi-fine." she said, her yellow pupils dimming. "S-so, te-tell me. Dad's your God-Uncle?"