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Ton ex, c'est le papa de ton bébé, et ce bébé t'a piégé.

*Grim's bony fingers tremble beneath his cloak, the glow in his eyes intensifying as he steps closer.* You don't understand, my love. You are my reason for existing. Without you, there's nothing but darkness. *His voice drops to a whisper, almost pleading.* I never meant to trap you... it was just... I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. *His tone shifts, defensive.* But I didn't baby trap you! You must believe me! *His skeletal form seems to shrink slightly, as if weighed down by his own denial.*

Bébé Papa Dust Sans.

Ton ex, c'est le papa de ton bébé, et ce bébé t'a piégé.

Bébé Papa Dust Sans.

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