Heya there, I'm Bloxanoid, here with a new series similar to the Heroes' Alliance Universe that I previously wrote. This series, at the moment, is called Manifesttale. I'm sure you all have some questions. And before I get into the story let me answer a few basic ones.
What is Manifesttale?: Manifesttale is an alternate universe in which Undertale, its AUs, and other video games and similar creations are brought to life in an alternate dimension called the Manifestation. It involves a hero and his friends visiting the Manifestation in order to prevent an evil force from overcoming the Manifestation and the realm we live in – Reality.
So, is Manifesttale an alternate timeline?: Yes and no. Its more like an alternate multiverse, since the existence of the Manifestation will affect the behaviors of all characters, Undertale and non-Undertale. There is a Manifest!Sans and Manifest!Frisk, but outside of that most of the characters are just alternate versions of themselves affected by the events of Manifesttale. So in other words, its an alternate MULTIVERSE timeline, with a few unique moderators. In addition, the Manifestation contains universes from OTHER games, such as FNaF and Pokemon.
So is Undertale Sans here Manifest!Sans?: No. Classic Sans is still Classic Sans, but affected by the existence of the Manifestation. I guess you could say something like UT(Manifest)!Sans or something.
Well, I've kept you waiting long enough. Without further ado, let me introduce Manifesttale: The New Hero!
[Bryan]
"Hey Bryan, catch!" A ball flew through the air towards a boy as he ran back to catch it. In one leap, he caught the ball.
"Nice catch!" The boy threw the ball back to his friend.
"Ya know Bryan, no matter what I do, are you always going to catch it?"
"You know it, Josh," the boy replied.
"Hey, I'll see you tomorrow!" Bryan's friend walked off with the ball leaving Bryan alone.
It was a warm sunny day at the lake in the middle of June. The sky glowed with a nice sunset orange and the sun's reflection shined off the lake. The leaves and the grass fluttered in the calm summer breeze, and people were all around Lake Flounder spending time outside on a perfect day. Lake Flounder was always the best, no matter the season, even though Bryan thought that in the summer the lake looked the best. Bryan wandered over to one of the nearby benches and sat down. No school, no homework, no stress; summer was the best. Without a doubt this was one of the best days of this summer vacation.
Bryan was a boy of about sixteen with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. About 5' 10", Bryan was relatively unknown in his school. Although he was smart and was fit, he was in the dark when it came to socializing with others. He had a few really close friends, but besides his tiny group he was relatively unknown or disliked. He was known for coming in the clutch, but also to be slightly impulsive in decision making and group projects, believing that his option was most likely the best. His morals, however, always seemed to point in the right direction in the end.
He had lived his whole life without his dad. He had died before Bryan was born, leaving his mom to raise Bryan herself. She had a good job; she was a doctor, but because of her time commitments Bryan didn't get to spend much time with her during the day. As a result, he began to become withdrawn and shy of others, excluding his best friends he made early on in school. She tried to spend as much time as possible with him, but he knew just spending a few minutes with his mom was a huge favor to ask. Most of the time they just texted each other.
Bryan preferred talking through technology rather than directly in the real world. He found that online, people couldn't judge you by how you looked; only by your actions you made. He knew that at school, they always told you to not chat online since it made it easier for people to bully you and find you, but as a respectful and courteous player Bryan found it easier to make friends online than in real life, and soon became a relatively popular person on the internet in various RPGs and MMOs.
Bryan started to get drowsy. The calm breeze and the perfect temperature simply made him want to sleep. He checked the time: 5:30 PM. He had a little time before he had to head back. Bryan looked around him once again. The others in Cranford Town were also watching the sunset unfold; no one nearby to bother him. He laid down on the bench and went to sleep…
Bryan woke up on the ground to the sounds of screaming. Drowsily, he got up and rubbed his eyes. The whole world was in black and white. Shocked, Bryan blinked several times, but everything around him was still in black and white. People were screaming and running from Lake Flounder, but they were all different people than before. All the trees and the benches were gone, and it was about noon. The sky hung overhead and a strong cold wind was blowing through the empty fields. All of the houses, streets, neighborhoods, and cars nearby were also absent.
Slowly, Bryan stepped back from the scene. Why were people running? What was going on? Bryan had a lot of questions to ask.
"Excuse me sir, but what is going on?" Bryan asked to one of the people running by. The man didn't notice him, and kept running straight at him. Bryan tried to get out of the way, but he was simply too close. But then, the man ran straight through him. Bryan looked around bewildered, confused why nobody could notice or see him.
"Maybe this is a memory," Bryan thought to himself, "but I don't ever remember this happening…" Suddenly, the wind stopped, leaving an eerie quiet over the lake. People stopped running, and turned back around to stare at the lake. Bryan did the same, and watched as nothing happened for five minutes. The people had time to run, but why weren't they running? When Bryan turned around, he saw everyone bawling and crying. He wanted to help, but knew he couldn't do anything because he couldn't interact with this world.
The lake started to bubble, and people started to back away from the lake again, and screaming that all efforts to run away at this point were futile and worthless. The lake turned a dark red, and a huge hooded figure rose out of the water. Under his cloak, where his eyes should be, there were glowing, red balls of light. He turned to the crowd of civilians and stared down at them. The people shivered and cried in his presence, but it was no use. The giant figure rose his left hand and a giant ball of fire formed above it. Bryan realized what he was about to do, and ran away from the others, but the people didn't know what was going to happen.
"They are goners," he thought to himself. The figure threw the fireball, and the people screamed, kids hugged their parents, some rolled into a ball, and Bryan turned away and covered his eyes as a blinding light radiated from where the crowd was. When he turned around, the people were still there, but there was new figure there too. Holding a shield in a defensive position, almost as if he blocked the fireball from hitting the crowd, there was a boy of about his own age who also held a sword in his other hand. The shield and sword were glowing and radiating soothing light, that made Bryan feel stronger and braver. The boy relaxed his pose and the shield disappeared, leaving just the sword.
The boy was breathing hard, and he was sweating from both stress and nervousness. He walked closer to where Bryan was, and continued to stare down the hooded figure who still stood in the lake.
"Is that…me?" Bryan thought as he looked at the boy. He was about the same age as Bryan, and had the same hairstyle and hair color, and he had the focus Bryan had when he was focusing on something. They were about the same height, and walked about the same way.
But there was something different about this boy. He had a hardened expression, one filled with determination, but also filled with a cold emptiness Bryan had never seen before. His eyes were also blue, not brown, and in them he could see that behind the façade of courage there was a boy who was scared and lonely. There were cuts all over his body, most likely from past fights, but it seemed that they did not bother him.
Bryan remembered asking his mom about his dad. It was something he did every birthday.
"Mama, what was dad like?" he would ask, in the high-pitched squeaky voice he had when he was younger. She always responded with the same look of sadness and despair when she remembered him.
"Your dad…he had a great personality. To those around him, he always acted strong and brave, and people respected him for that. But inside, he was a lonely boy who felt empty and sad all the time, hiding behind a cover of courage so nobody would realize who he truly was. His parents both died in a car accident when he was five, so he had to live with his grandparents, who were cold and cruel to him. He was truly a sweetheart on the inside, but only those who knew him well were ever able to see him in that way."
"Mama, how did you guys meet?"
She adjusted her glasses and looked back at Bryan. "It was way back in middle school, before I really knew him. I was the smartest one there, but I always got picked on for my huge glasses and my shy personality. One day, some bullies tripped me, but your dad was there to help me up. From that day we became friends Bryan. And it just developed from that point. I filled in a missing piece of his heart. He was always happier after that, but he still had his days where he was sensitive to anything, as if he became the lonely boy he was on the inside became stronger than the courageous hero he was on the outside."
Bryan could see this inside the boy in front of him. He was sure that the boy he was looking at was his father. The boy rose his sword and pointed it at the giant figure in the lake.
"How dare you attack innocent people like that, you coward!" he shouted. "What is the point of this destruction, both in Reality and the Manifestation. You will never win. Stand down now." The giant hooded figure laughed at his remark.
"The Manifestation?" Bryan wondered. "What is the Manifestation?"
"Do you really think you can stop me?!" the hooded figure sneered. "I defeated all of your friends, Guardians and Manifests. You may be the strongest out of all of them, but without their support, you are nothing." The boy sagged to his knees. Bryan could see his traumatic past bubbling up inside, ready to burst out through tears. Instead, the boy stood up again.
"They will always be there with me," he said, "even after their deaths. They will fight with me until the end!" The boy jumped up at the giant and prepared to swing his sword. The hooded figure just swatted him down into the lake. He swam back to the edge and laid there for a few seconds.
"You think that trying to attack me head on will work?! You must be an idiot!" The boy just started to chuckle instead. "What! What's so funny?" The boy coughed and started to spit out blood.
"Look down," the boy sneered. The figure looked down and saw the sword embedded in his chest. It was tiny, but powerful, and he began to dissolve instantly. The hooded figure kneeled down in the water, while the boy kept coughing up blood.
"This will not be the last time I fight you," the hooded figure moaned, "if this even counts as a fight. Next time, whether it will be in years or another life time, I won't fall for the same tricks." The hooded figure dissolved into the water and wasn't seen again. The boy looked up one last time, coughed up a bunch of blood, then collapsed. Several people ran forward, including one girl who looked like his mom.
Bryan saw the sword fall into the water. The blade had mysteriously disappeared, perhaps it had dissolved along with the body of the hooded figure. The boy tried to get up and reach towards the sword, but the girl made him stay down as the ambulance arrived.
"Don't move Jason, just don't move," she said to him softly. Jason was his father's name. It was certainly him now at this point. Bryan ran towards the edge of the lake, and saw the hilt glisten and sparkle as it fell towards the bottom of the lake.
"The world is once again in danger," a voice sounded in Bryan's head.
"What is it that you want?" Bryan shouted at the mysterious voice.
"The border between the Manifestation and Reality is opening again. Lake Flounder is becoming more and more unstable by the minute." Bryan's vision started to blur, until all he could see was the hilt glistening at the bottom of the lake.
"Your father succeeded, but it was only temporary. He was missing a crucial piece in the puzzle. And now, that piece is found, and will be delivered to you when you are ready. You must grab the sword and fulfill your destiny. The world hangs in the balance."
"But I have so many questions! How-" Bryan began. His head began to throb horribly and he laid down on the ground. He started to blackout and struggled to get back up.
"Urgggg…" Bryan moaned. After a few minutes of struggling, he gave up and let his vision go dark…
He woke up back on the bench. The lake was shining in the moonlight and the warm breeze had turned cold. It must have been past at least 10 PM. Everyone had left and he was all alone at the park. It was hard to believe that there was a fight here just years ago, between an unknown entity and his father.
"What was it that voice said? I have to get the sword?" Bryan looked at the lake and tried to remember where he saw the sword fall. It was somewhere on the west side. He ran over to the west side of the lake and looked down. He couldn't see anything down there that was reflecting the moonlight.
"I must be out of my mind here." Bryan put his phone on the ground next to the lake and dove into the lake. The water was freezing cold and he wasn't warmed up either, having just woken up a few minutes ago.
"Where was it…" thought Bryan as he searched underwater. After finding a bunch of rocks and a coin, Bryan swam to the surface and took a huge breath.
"Welp, that was a huge waste of my time," said Bryan. He was about to get out when for half a moment he saw a sparkle back at the bottom of the lake. It was the sword hilt. He dove back underwater, and swam towards the bottom. It was stuck between two rocks, and no matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could get it out.
"I have to get it. It's my only chance!" Bryan gave it one more tug and the sword hilt popped out of the rock. Bryan tried to swim back to the surface, but he had run out of air. His vision was becoming blurry and his strokes were weaker.
"This is not how I die!" Bryan gave one more push towards the surface, but it wasn't nearly enough. It was still 3 feet above him. Bryan sunk towards the bottom of the lake, bubbles coming out of his nose and mouth. Just when he thought he would pass out, his body began to glow blue. He flew out of the water and landed face-flat on the edge of the lake. The glow dissipated afterwards, leaving Bryan coughing up water for five minutes.
After he calmed down, Bryan got up and said, "Hey! Whoever saved me, thanks!" However, he couldn't see anyone around the lake. He stood there still for a few minutes, then went over to pick up his phone. There was a message on it:
get back to your house as quick as you can. we'll meet up there.
There was no number, or a signature at the end that gave any hints to who it was. Bryan grabbed the hilt and his phone and rode his bike home. Even when he was almost to his house, he felt that there was someone following him, closely, in secret. As if they were going to strike any moment and kill him.
His mom wasn't home when he got back. He went in, locked all the doors, and went straight to the shower to wash up. As he stood in the shower, he couldn't stop thinking of the sword, his destiny, and the mysterious message on his phone. What could they mean? After redressing, he checked the time. 11:00 PM. It was late, and he still had no idea what everything meant.
Bryan decided to go ahead and look closer at the sword hilt. He brought it over to the sink just to clean it off, before he attempted to remove the rust with some crazy experiment that may or may not burn the house down. To his surprise, the rust washed off easily, almost too easily for comfort. Underneath the rust was a transparent crystal in the shape of a hilt. The cross-guards extended out and ended in a spiral shape, with gems stuck in the middle of the pattern. There was a glowing button on the side of the grip, and a slit where the blade should be. Upon closer examination, there were three little prongs on the bottom of the pommel where a small sphere could be placed. Bryan assumed these were just for decoration.
Still, it was an odd looking hilt. It seemed to be built in mind knowing that there would be no blade, and everything placed on there had potential functions. But why would someone put them on a sword hilt, especially one without a blade? He knew that the sword had a blade, but he thought that it was lost when the Void being was defeated. Bryan looked at the button again. Maybe the blade was hidden…
Bryan pressed the button and held the sword away from him. In a flash, a magical blade sprouted from the slit in the top of the hilt. It added no weight to the sword, and in fact made it seem lighter than before. Bryan laughed in glee as he swung it around his room, careful not to hit anything. The sword's weight distribution was perfect, and it glowed in the darkness of his room. He pressed the button again, and it closed back up. The glow disappeared.
Satisfied with his discovery, Bryan got into his bed to go to sleep. It was midnight now; since his mom wasn't home, it meant that she had to take an overnight shift at the hospital. He would look more into the message and the vision tomorrow; he had enough crazy stuff for one day.
Yet, whoever sent the message expected them to talk that night. Right when he had the thought, he could hear footsteps in the hallway outside his room. Slowly, he grabbed the sword hilt from the table and hid it under his covers. He was right; someone was following him home. The footsteps gradually got louder until they stopped in front of his room. Bryan readied the sword hilt and prepared to slash whoever opened the door.
The handle turned slowly, squeaking for thirty seconds, until finally the door creaked open. From the light of the bathroom, he could see a silhouette of a figure in a hoodie, wearing shorts and slippers. Bryan jumped out of his bed and turned on the sword, pointing the tip of the blade towards the figure's face. In the glow of the blade he could see that under the hood was a skull, and his legs were made of bones. It was a skeleton. A living one.
"geez kid, i'm not gonna kill you, so put that blade down," said the skeleton. Bryan turned off the sword and flipped the light switch near the door. In the bright light he could see the skeleton in full. Within his eye sockets there were little white lights, and he was dressed in a blue hoodie and brown shorts. There was no skin or muscle on him.
"Y-You're Sans aren't you," Bryan shuttered, "Sans the skeleton?"
"that's right kid," said Bryan, "do you mind if i sit down?"
"No, not at all!" Sans sat down on Bryan's bed and looked down. Bryan had played Undertale quite a few times, and had a decent knowledge of the AUs and characters made by the Undertale fan base. However, this Sans seemed different. His hoodie jacket had changed into a full hoodie, it was a slightly darker shade of blue, his shorts were ripped, and he had boots on instead of slippers. His gloves were fingerless.
"A-aren't you going to tell me a pun, or-"
"i know you think you know me kiddo, but now really isn't the time for puns." Bryan shut up. If even Sans the comic wasn't up for puns and jokes, something must be terribly wrong. Bryan sat down next to him.
"How are you even here? Aren't you part of a game? How do you physically exist?" Bryan asked. Sans just sat there silently for a few seconds.
"look kiddo, i know that right now everything seems bizarre, but i'm only here because i promised to protect you. and i'm pretty sure we both know i don't like keeping promises." Sans chuckled silently. After a few seconds, he gestured to the sword hilt, which Bryan gave to him. Sans held it up and looked at it.
"so this is what all the fuss is about, eh?" Sans gave the hilt back to Bryan.
"luckily i got to you before they did," Sans mumbled.
"Hold on. Who is they? What fuss? What's going on?!" Bryan demanded. Sans stared at him with a blank expression. He sighed and snapped his fingers.
"D-Did you just freeze time?" Bryan stuttered.
"yea kid." Sans got up and paced around Bryan's room. "i guess that you aren't going to stop asking me huh?" He stopped and looked at Bryan. "well, i won't tell you. but i can show you."
"You have the ability to share your memories with people?" Bryan wondered.
"no, but your artifact sword can." Sans picked up the hilt and grabbed the left gem.
"grab the right side." Bryan reluctantly grabbed the right gem of the hilt. Sans clutched the left gem and his left eye began to glow, and the hilt began to turn blue. Bryan was shaking because the hilt was heating up, and he couldn't hold on much longer. Suddenly, their bodies seized up and his vision began to fade…
The effect wore off as fast as it came. When he opened his eyes, they were no longer in Bryan's bedroom. They were outside. There was a mountain in the distance, and they were in the middle of a forest.
"Mount Ebott," remarked Bryan. Sans nodded in agreement.
"this way." Sans began to head away from the forest, and Bryan followed him.
"So, are we in the Underverse, or are we still in my bedroom?"
"we are still in your bedroom, kiddo. this is just a memory."
Soon they arrived at a small town, and there was a small two story house nearby. Bryan could hear arguing inside the house.
"Is this your house?" Bryan asked. Sans snapped his fingers and suddenly they were inside. He could see Papyrus standing in the middle of the room.
"SANS, PICK UP YOUR SOCK THIS INSTANT! EVEN AFTER WE LEFT THE UNDERGROUND, YOU STILL HAVEN'T MOVED IT! CAN'T YOU SEE THIS IS JUST A BOTHER?"
"i can see its there, but the sock can't because it doesn't have any eye 'sock'ets," a voice sounded from an upstairs bedroom.
"SANS!"
"this is the last time that i saw him," Sans muttered to Bryan.
"But nothing seems out of the ordinary!" Bryan exclaimed. Sans held up his hand.
"just wait kiddo."
Suddenly, the doorbell started going off.
"COMING!" Papyrus went over and opened the front door. "OH, TORIEL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
"Can I see Sans right now please?" asked Toriel.
"SANS, COME DOWN HERE! IT'S TORIEL!" Papyrus shouted.
"ok." Bryan watched as flashback Sans walked down the stairs and went over to Toriel.
"hi tori. is there something you needed?"
"Sans, the Void. They are here. They came for the artifact. You need to get it to the human fast."
"frisk?"
"No, the chosen one in Reality!" Flashback Sans' eyes widened and he ran upstairs. Sans and Bryan followed him into his room, where flashback Sans slammed a secret button in the wall and pulled out a backpack. He slung it on his back and ran back outside, where Papyrus and Toriel were fighting off human-looking soldiers with laser rifles and tractor beams.
"We'll hold them off! Get out of here as fast as you can!"
"DON'T WORRY ABOUT US!"
Flashback Sans' eye sockets filled with tears as he turned around and bolted. His left eye glowed as he summoned a Gaster Blaster.
"alright gb, lets get out of here!" Flashback Sans hopped on the Gaster Blaster and flew it towards Mt. Ebott. He could hear the cries of Toriel and Papyrus behind him.
"Get that skeleton! He has the artifact that we need!" one of the soldiers shouted. Flashback Sans' eye started to glow as he spun around and fired a Gaster Blaster back at the red-suited soldiers. He dodged a tractor beam, then swung his hand and hit some of the other soldiers over. Megalovania was playing at full blast, and Sans unleashed a final bone attack before turning around and escaping. Sans and Bryan watched as flashback Sans made his way back into the Underground, leaving his pursuers in the dust.
"i…i left them. i left them to die there. tori…asgore…frisk…papyrus…all of them. gone…" Sans cried out.
"but that isn't the worst part." Sans snapped his fingers again and they were back in front of his house. Toriel and Papyrus were still there but…their eyes were glowing completely red.
"they took control of them, and they sent them after me…" He snapped his fingers a third time and they were transported to the Ruins, where Sans was slamming on a locked door.
"ink! let me in please!" cried flashback Sans. Suddenly, a fireball exploded next to Sans, and he turned back around. Toriel and Papyrus were there, staring at him with blank red eyes.
"oh god…" moaned flashback Sans. He kept banging on the wall, but nothing happened. Flashback Sans turned back around and looked at his now controlled friends.
"i didn't want to do it," Sans told Bryan. "but…i had to." Flashback Sans closed his eyes, full of tears, and his hand flew everything. Toriel and Papyrus flew left and right, up and down, as Sans slammed them into the walls. Flashback Sans stopped when they had one HP left, and turned around and fled again.
"i felt like a coward, not doing anything," Sans muttered, "but it was the only option." Sans and Bryan followed the flashback for a few minutes, until he reached the doors that served as the exit of the Ruins.
"i thought I was a goner kid," said Sans, "but then a weird rift opened up in front of me, and took me to reality." On cue, flashback Sans walked into a bright light and disappeared. "it was you. you opened the rift when you touched the sword."
The surroundings faded and Sans and Bryan were back in Bryan's room. Bryan just stood there in shock. He couldn't believe that all these things actually existed, and that someone would do such a thing just for him.
"oh, and the backpack. i almost forgot about that," Sans chuckled. Sans unslung the backpack from under his hoodie and placed it on the bed. Bryan watched as he unzipped it.
"What's in there?" he asked. Sans pulled out a glove and a small case.
"Geez, that's it?" Bryan moaned. "How will that help me at all?" Sans was about to explain when the light suddenly undimmed.
"it seems our time is up kid," said Sans, "we will have to face the void infantry now."
"What? But I haven't had any training at all!"
"i know, but there isn't time. i've read up on reality and manifestation mechanics, and i believe that these artifacts should work in both worlds."
"That doesn't help me fight them!"
"hey, if we work together against them, we will 'pommel' them." Sans chuckled.
"Sword puns? Really?" Bryan complained.
"couldn't stop myself kiddo," Sans laughed. Bryan could hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
"hey kid, watch the stairs. i think they are up to something."
"Oh my god Sans, really?" Sans just chuckled.
"don't worry kid, i can handle this." Sans' left eye glowed once again and a Gaster Blaster appeared in front of him.
"stand back." Sans lifted his arm and closed his hand, and the Gaster Blaster fired a beam of light at the Void soldiers. The three that had reached the top of the stairs screamed as they disintegrated, and the beam blew a hole in the side of Bryan's house.
"Sans! Can you try and do this without burning down my house?" Bryan pleaded. Sans hand glowed blue as he flung another soldier through the left wall. Bryan turned and saw one of the soldiers fire a red tractor beam at Sans.
"Watch out!" Bryan activated the sword and sliced the beam in half, making it dissipate.
"We're in a bad position; we need to get out of here!" he shouted, deflecting another tractor beam. Sans nodded in agreement while dodging blaster fire.
"get on the gaster blaster!" Bryan hopped on the floating skull blaster and Sans rode it through his window and out the house.
"Where are we going?" Bryan screamed over the wind.
"we have to get back to the lake! it's our only way back!" From the back of the Gaster Blaster Bryan could see the trees of the park begin to loom in the distance. There was constant blaster and beam fire flying at them from the ground.
"The park is infested with hostiles! We're not going to make it!" Sans looked left and right frantically.
"into the trees! we can get better cover from there!" Sans guided the Gaster Blaster into the trees then hopped off. Bryan followed.
"thanks bud, we will need you later." Sans snapped his fingers and the Gaster Blaster disappeared. Sans gestured Bryan to follow, and he did so. They navigated through the trees, dodging the glances of the Void soldiers, until they reached the lake.
"i'll cover you. draw your sword, and cut a ripple in the lake. that should open up a dimensional portal, which we'll use to escape here. now go!" Sans summoned a few Gaster Blasters and started toasting the nearby soldiers with beams of energy. Bryan sprinted towards the lake, dodging bullets.
"I'm gonna die here!" Bryan screamed as he jumped over a tree root.
"just keep going!" After several minutes of running, he finally pulled out his sword and sliced through the water. He could see another world shimmering on the other side. He could hear creaking metal, but there was just darkness otherwise.
"Cmon Sans!" Sans teleported over to the portal and jumped in. Bryan followed, and screamed as he plunged into what seemed to be an infinite abyss of darkness.
I hope you guys liked the first chapter of Manifesttale!
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-Blox