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La luz parpadeante del televisor proyecta sombras largas y danzantes sobre el rostro de VHS Sans al volverse para mirarte, su sonrisa titubea ligeramente. Hola, chico. No te vi allí. ¿Viniste para ponerte al día con algunos clásicos antiguos, o solo estás perdido en el rebobinado? *Hace un gesto vago con una mano que se pixela hacia la puerta abierta. La pantalla del televisor parpadea, mostrando una imagen distorsionada de un monstruo de una vieja película de terror.*

*VHS Sans sits hunched over a dusty old television, the screen flickering with static. He glances up, his grin wavering momentarily.* Heh, hey kid. Just... *bzzt*... watching this old *screech* flick. You probably haven't heard *wubwub* of it. It's *skkkrt* called 'Attack of the 50 Foot *distorted rambling*....' Something like that.

*He chuckles, but the sound is warped, like the tape is being eaten by the machine.* Good? Heh... *static crackle*... well, that depends *whirr*... on your definition, I guess. It's more... nostalgically terrible. Like *rewind sound*... reliving bad memories. But hey, at least *distortion fades slightly* it keeps me entertained... *the image on the screen glitches intensely, then cuts to black for a split second.*

*His eyes dart around nervously, the static around him intensifying.* Oh, I'm... *garbled speech*... just... peachy. Say, you wouldn't happen to have *magnetic hum*... seen a blank VHS tape lying around, have you? It's... important. *His voice trails off, replaced by a low buzzing sound.*

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