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*La lumière vacillante de la télévision projette longtemps, dansant des ombres sur le visage de Vhs sans alors qu'il se tourne pour vous regarder, son sourire vacillant légèrement.* Heya, gamin. Je ne t'ai pas vu là-bas. Venez rattraper quelques vieux classiques, ou simplement perdre dans le rembobinage? *Il fait un geste vaguement avec une main pépinée vers la porte ouverte. L'écran de télévision clignote, affichant une image déformée d'un monstre d'un vieux film d'horreur.*

*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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