[ the large pillow pile hadn't really commanded much of his attention. this is Mettaton's party, after all—who knows what's in there? probably more glitter.
then it starts talking. the voice sounds familiar, but he just wants to check. so, he carefully plucks away one of the pillows and peeks inside.
...yeah, that's what he thought. ]
Oh, hey, Keats. [ should he put the pillow back where it was? is Keats hiding from someone? did he just ruin everything?? ] You cold or something?
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then it starts talking. the voice sounds familiar, but he just wants to check. so, he carefully plucks away one of the pillows and peeks inside.
...yeah, that's what he thought. ]
Oh, hey, Keats. [ should he put the pillow back where it was? is Keats hiding from someone? did he just ruin everything?? ] You cold or something?