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Dirty Brother Killer

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AwsomeIsRed

Published: Nov 29, 2015

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Literature Text

My bro...
He believed that
You were good...

But I know the truth...

You enjoy seeing us die,
Covered in the color crimson,
While laughing at us,
Screaming in pain,
And agony...

Frisk...
All of us cared,
Protected,
And even loved you.

But after Papyrus-
...
I know...
In this very moment...
You're going to hell...
And there's nothing...
That will stop me from doing it...
DIRTY BROTHER KILLER!

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