Machinery hummed and the sound of metal hitting metal rang out through the CORE. A recent invention for the past few decades, the CORE is a monstrously huge machine located in Hotland. By drawing in the magically saturated lava below, it is able to convert the energy into power. Before, monster-kind had to huddle in the dark and cold, with only a few candles to guide them. But now. There was light.

And it was all thanks to the Royal Scientist.

The workers inside toiled about, checking gauges and lights as they kept the machinery running smoothly. Once in a while, an ice-block from Snowdin would fall into the lava below, hissing and causing the heat and humidity within to spike. The lava below the core glowed a fierce harsh light, casting dark shadows on the catwalks above. It was a little unnerving, but people got used to it quickly.

Somewhere, a bell rang, and the grateful workers laid down their tools and headed out of the doors. Time for lunch in air conditioned rooms! Soon, the CORE was barren, with only the computer systems left behind to monitor everything.

In the quiet, a sudden rip tore it's way open above one of the catwalks. The rift shifted and rippled, before tiny bone beast fell out roughly to the floor. SMACK! 1-S shivered and twitched as it struggled to get feeling back to its limbs. It gasped for air as a slender figure stepped out of the rip. The horrible noise of the void folded in itself over and over, before the rip vanished completely.

Gaster winced, his eye lights glowing as he used his coat like a makeshift sling for his broken hands and arms. Magic hand constructs flashed blue as they meandered on to the computer and began typing. It was his plans and calculations that built this place, one of his crowning achievements. He had build several backdoor codes into this place, so in the end, it would obey it's master. Always a multitasker, another hand streaked out to the first aide station. As he worked, the construct grabbed several vials of concentrated healing magic and bringing it back to himself.

One set of hands continued typing while others spawned around the vials. One plucked the sealed caps of the tops, one vial floated to his mouth while the others began pouring over his broken bones. He winced as the magic flowed down his throat and his broken bones began to pull back together. The pain faded, but the deep cracks in his face remained.

It would most likely take more magic than this to heal the terrible damage tho himself, but for now he was grateful that he felt stronger. More aware. The pain had faded to a manageable dull ache that he could easily ignore. When he attempted to flex his bone hands he found that they could barely move at all. The bartender's vow of him never being able to use his hands again seemed to have become truth.

No matter. He won't need his actual hands anymore, not when his constructs can perform a better job. He'll worry about his broken bones later. His priorities were in order. He wasn't a stupid person, he knew they would be looking for him soon. He just needed to finish one last thing...and then they can do whatever they wanted to him.

1-S shivered, but finally was becoming warmer, and tried to silently drag itself away. Pitiful. He brought down as a constructed hand pinned 1-S down firmly to the metal catwalk. The creature still struggled, clawing the metal and hissing.

{ "Stay" } Gaster didn't even look at his creation, his focus was on the main computer. 1-S snarled as it still insisted on struggling. Biting the constructs did nothing and it couldn't wiggle away from the iron clad grasp. One thing Gaster could say, is that 1-S is quite tenacious. It was coded into it, after all. It would need such tenacity to fight humanity.

Gaster typed one last string of code, and the doors leading to the core shut down with a sharp CLANG and bolted into place. A red light began to flash and emergency lights lit up along the catwalk. A metallic artificial voice began to rattle off from the computer.

[ Emergency Containment Level 2 Procedure Initiated. Admin Level 1 Code Accepted. Lock-down Successful. ]

The lights above flickered before dimming.

[ Emergency Auxiliary Power Engaged. CORE output 25%. ]

Gaster hummed as he drew his constructs away from the terminal. There, now nobody will bother him. He'll have the time to set up his final experiment. For the good of all. Eventually, they may be able to break in past the blast doors, but by the time they did, he would be finished. Already he could hear muffled protests and banging on the other side of the blast doors. No doubt the workers were now aware that they were locked out of the CORE. He would need to work quickly and efficiently.

1-S continued to snarl and hiss. Gaster drew up the construct to eye level to face his creation. 1-S took a chance and began to build up a hum of energy in the back of its throat. Perhaps 1-S forgot its place while away from his care? That would be quite easy to fix. Suddenly, Gaster slammed the tiny bone beast against on of the flat panels of the CORE, knocking both the breath and magic out of it. Stunned, the creature could only lie there and pant.

{ "All this time. All this sacrifice. All this death..." } Gaster once again brought up his bruised and shaking creation to eye level. { "An artificial construct blended by human and monster traits, and this is the result?" }

1-S gave him a defiant growl in return.

{ "For King and Monster Kind." } Gaster hissed and squeezed 1-S a little too tightly. It was always amusing when using the trigger on his creation. How it struggled to remain in control, as that very control drained away.

1-S gave one quiet, strangled gasp...and then just hung limp in the blue hands, eye sockets completely black.

{ "You had better be worth it, 1-S." } He carried the limp pup over to one side of the core, summoning new hands to pry off some paneling and exposing the wires and machinery is in. { "This is my last chance to free everyone. They will see, that I was right!" }

He set 1-S down next to the machinery, where it lay obediently. Good. He glanced down at the area around the paneling..

There was a handheld power drill and a few needle nose pliers resting near the terminal. Good. This will make things much easier. He reached into his inventory to pull out a needle, and a few vials of red glowing liquid.

Much easier indeed.

With that, Gaster got to work.


Grillby is no stranger to loss.

As far back as he could remember, there was nothing BUT loss. Summoned during the war against the humans, he had no choice but to accept it. Friends would be alive one minute, but gone the next. He had seen whole platoons wiped out in a blink in an eye. He had seen fellow monsters beg for their mothers as they lay dusting on the battlefield. He had seen it, and he had accepted it.

But this?

This he couldn't accept. He couldn't.

His flames whirled blue and teal as he roared at the space where Gaster previously stood. He had taken his son! His child! It was one thing to lose fellow soldiers...but children! It was too much! Too horrible!

("Grillby!") "Grillby!" The Dogi wanted to do something, perhaps restrain him, but he burned so hot they couldn't get close. The entire Canine unit was witness to the bartender's pain.

Grillby would have torn the whole bar apart if it wasn't for a small cry.

"Papyrus!" The bartender's rage snuffed out like water on a campfire and he was immediately searching. "PAPYRUS!"

"Lesser! Get a healer! Greater! Help search!" Dogamy barked out orders as his wife called the Captain. All the dogs were injured to a degree, and there was only so much healing one could get from food alone. Not only were they injured, but now a child could be possibly hurt as well. Lesser saluted and took off on all fours, heading towards Waterfall.

Greater barked and headed to the backroom. The couch where the children had often napped was trapped under thick wooden beams from the partially collapsed room.

The crying was coming from underneath the ruined couch, muffled under the layers of fabric and wood. Grillby and Greater went right to work, heaving the beams and debris away until there was only the couch. Greater simply lifted the couch straight up in the air as Grillby pushed away the last of the crumbled charred bits of wood..

Under the couch, wrapped up in blankets, was a tiny little skeleton. Papyrus. He looked up with his eye sockets full of tears and sniffled.

Grillby immediately reined in his flames back to their gentle, campfire-like features, and quickly picked up his little child. Papyrus bawled loudly and clutched the fabric of Grillby's shirt, refusing to let go. Grillby held him close and sank down to the floor to sit. He began to rock the little skeleton gently, sh-hing him in an attempt to comfort him.

"Shh shh...it's alright Papyrus...I'm here...I'm here..." Grillby was also crying, but could barely feel it next to Papyrus's powerful wails. They were both hurting in such terrible ways.

Dogaressa put a paw on Grillby's shoulder. ( "We'll find him. We'll get him back.")

True, he trusted the guard to find his son again, but he was worried. What state would Sans be in when they recovered him? It took such a long time to work with Sans to get him in a somewhat comfortable state. It was all going to be undone, he was sure of it. Sans would needlessly suffer again when he was just becoming a child. Grillby seethed under his flames and clutched Papyrus tighter.

("The underground is small, turn over a few rocks and we'll find him. Then he will pay for his crimes.") Her hackles raised and she pinned her ears back.

"I'm coming with you." Grillby spoke softly over Papyrus's little cries.

("You can't! What about Papyrus? Who is g-")

She was interrupted by shouts of protest in the distance, growing closer. Both the Dogi and Grillby turned to gaze at the large hole in the side of the bar to see an approaching figure. As the figure drew closer, they could see it was Lesser Dog, carrying a surprised Frank bridal style. The salamander monster wiggled and struggled.

"Hey! I can walk!" The doctor protested, but Lesser is a Good Dog, and carried him right through the blown out hole in the side of the restaurant. Lesser borked and set the doctor down nicely once he was carried through.

Frank was rendered to speechlessness as he took in the ruined bar. All the dogs were covered in cuts and bruises, the worst being Doggo. There was a skeleton child wailing in distress. The bartender was tired and burning lower than what he should be. Everything was...ruined!

"...what happened here?" Frank gasped as he set his bag down.

("Gaster happened") Dogaressa growled. ("He attacked the bar and abducted one of the children.")

Frank frowned and began looking after the dogs, hiding pills in pieces of cheese and giving it to them to eat. His claws glowed green as he began magically stitching them up. "Judging by the crying, I can assume he took Sans."

The dogs sagged with relief as their wounds mended and their pain faded. Hiding the pills in cheese also lifted their spirits, as the magic within boosted their strength and health. Good dogs don't stay down for long.

"That is right." Grillby just held Papyrus close and took him over to Frank. He had to raise his voice over the skeleton's wailing.

Frank took a look at Papyrus, weaving a diagnostic spell over the child. "He's unhurt physically, but mentally I can't be sure."

"Gaster took his brother. Those two are never separated." Grillby couldn't imagine what this would do to this little child. Sans and Papyrus were never more than a few feet away from each other at any given time. Being separated could be akin to torture to the youths, both Sans and Papyrus. Papyrus was more dependent on Sans, but both of them would be suffering.

"That's true." Frank took to Grillby next, looking over him for injuries. Strangely enough, there was none. Grillby did his best to try and comfort Papyrus, but nothing seemed to soothe him. The dogs were however, feeling much better, and were beginning to check over their armor and weapons. They were more than eager for round two.

"...have faith, Grillby. Evil doesn't go unpunished for long." The salamander packed up his supplies and looked one last time over the dogs.

Grillby said nothing but continued to rock the toddler in his arms, thinking. Gaster's labs have been routed already. The royal labs were still in lock-down. Gaster had nowhere to go, why would he even take Sans if he had no refuge left? Gaster was clearly insane, but even so...it made no sense!

As if to answer his question, the remaining lights in the bar flickered, and then dimmed down. Grillby found himself to be the only light source in the bar as the dogs looked about in confusion. Dogamy peeked his head out of hole in the wall.

"The whole street is dark!" He exclaimed. Already monsters were leaving their home to gaggle at the dimmed lights...before everything went dark with an electric ZAP. A strange buzzing noise crackled in the electrical sockets. Something was...wrong.

Dogaressa, who was still on the phone, listened closely to her captain. She suddenly widened her eyes and gasped.

("...WHAT?") She barked in surprise, drawing the attention to everyone in the bar.

" Dogaressa, what is happening?" Grillby asked quietly, having now finally gotten Papyrus to calm down into soft burbles. Papyrus was still clearly not happy, but has tired himself out enough that he was more interested in being rocked than screaming.

("Captain Gnash said that the CORE workers have been locked out! Something strange is going on there!")

"Angel above, what if it explodes! We have to evacuate Hotland immediately!" Dogamy was already thinking ahead, gripping his ax tightly.

("Exactly, he wants us all there to help.") She closed her phone with a click. ("Come on, we gotta hurry.")

Suddenly, realization flashed across Grillby's mind.

"...he's there."

"Who?" Frank tilted his head, unsure if he should leave or go.

"Gaster. He BUILT the CORE...remember? It was...a major celebration...some years ago..."

The dogs looked at each other, dawning realizations on their faces.

"Of course! But what is he doing! He could dust us all!" Dogamy was confused as well as pissed.

"I am not sure, but I am coming with all of you." Grillby held onto Papyrus and went to step out of the hole in the bar...when a paw stopped him.

("Grillby, you can't. Papyrus would be a target if you took him with us.") Dogaressa was sympathetic, but firm. ("I know you can fight...but what will you do with him?")

"I'll take him." Frank stepped forward. "My home is home my husband, the Captain of the Guard. It's well warded and protected. Plus...Gaster would have no idea who I am."

Grillby held unto Papyrus a little tighter. Both of them were right, he couldn't take a toddler into battle, and he trusted Frank with his life. But...he...didn't want to hand over his son. Not after what just happened. A real fear blossomed from within that if he handed Papyrus over...there's a chance he would never see his child again. He took a deep, rattling sigh...and then carefully handed over the skeleton after giving him one last kiss to the skull.

Frank took Papyrus in his arms and bounced him a little. The skeleton just blinked his little eye sockets and stared, confused about what is going on.

"...I will call you later...when this is over."

"Of course. I'm sure Undyne would like to meet Papyrus. They'll have a good time, I promise." The Salamander nodded and adjusted his grip on the skeleton. "...come back safe...alright?"

"I will. I have to. With Sans too" Grillby made it a statement. He WILL come back with his son. There was no alternative.

"The fastest way to Hotland is via boat." Dogamy pointed out. "We'll have to hurry!" The other dogs gathered around, awaiting orders.

"Then by all means, let's not keep Gaster waiting." Grillby narrowed his eyes.

Usually people learn their lesson after the first time, but Grillby is more than happy to teach it again to a certain scientist.


Some time later, Frank grumbled to himself as he carried his precious cargo back to his house. Being the husband of the Captain of the guard meant that his house is well protected. Gnash always valued preventative measures, so he had taken to hiding runic wards all around the property. If someone had ill intention for the people inside the house, they would essentially run into an invisible wall. Only someone powerful, like the King of Monsters, could hope to tear down the wards.

It was a safety measure that helped him sleep at night. With this whole Gaster situation, he found himself worrying more about his husband and child. He knew all to well, that sometimes trouble will follow you home.

Papyrus continued to sniffle, exhausted and weary from the terrifying events of the day. Physically, he was alright, but mentally is a different story. Frank used a clawed hand to shield the child from the constant water drips and cold of Waterfall. Even though he was bundled up in a blanket, Waterfall was still rather chilly.

"It'll be alright, your dad and brother will be back soon." Frank ran a warm hand down the child's skull, knowing that he likes to be pet. Papyrus gurgled softly and closed his eyes, simply too young and tired to truly understand what was happening. All he knows is that he feels safe, and that is good enough for him.

Wanting to be extra careful, Frank retraced his steps and back tracked a few times, just to confuse anyone that may be following them. Satisfied nobody was going to ambush him in the dark, he made it to a nice corner in the cavern. There, next to some ponds and the river was his home. A simple house for sure, with a garden of herbs and fungi and toys in the front yard. At some point they were going to put up a swing but needed to find space for it. If only they could get a tree to grow in Waterfall...

Stepping past the mail box, he could feel the ambient magic race along both him and Papyrus. The wards checked the two over, and finding no issue, Frank was able to step within his property. He fumbled with his keys, but with practiced ease unlocked the front door while juggling a toddler.

"Pops!" A loud brash voice erupted from the stair way, and a ball of energy and fins came flying at the older monster!

"Undyne! Careful!" He braced himself as his daughter ran right into his belly. "Oof!" Thank goodness he has extra padding there!

His daughter resembled Gnash to a T, a humanoid fish monster with lots of teeth, she even had Gnash's yellow eyes! However, she inherited his colors, a soft blue gray with some red here and there. He thought she was a wonderful mix of the two. She is still fairly small, being eight years old, but he could see her towering over both her parents one day.

Papyrus wiggled at the sudden movement and made a soft warble, which attracted Undyne's attention.

"Whatcha got there Pops?" She wiggled her fins and reached up.

"Careful." Frank knelt down so Undyne could see the little skeleton. "This is Papyrus, he's going to be staying here for a little bit. Say hello!"

Undyne stared at the toddler, and the toddler stared right back. She sniffed and crinkled her brow as she examined him. "Wow, he's really shrimpy, isn't he?"

"Undyne, that's not very nice." Frank scolded quietly. "He's a baby, he's suppose to be little."

"Nuh-uh, I was a baby and I wasn't THAT small." She frowned and reached out to poke the skeleton on the head, much to poor Papyrus's confusion.

"Yes, you were very small when you were a baby." He started to move Papyrus away to rescue him from the pokes, but Undyne is quite persistent.

"He looks weird! Where's his skin!?" She continues to poke.

Seemingly having enough of it, Papyrus growled and bit the next finger that got too close to his mouth. "Nyeh!"

Frank was very worried that his daughter had gotten hurt, but to his surprise, she started laughing!

"Ow! Heeheehee wow he's got guts for a weird no skin shrimpy baby!" She seems almost pleased about it, her bright yellow eyes sparkling.

"Undyne, please stop bothering him. He had a rough time." Frank tried his best to calm his daughter down enough to stop harassing the poor baby.

"Okay." She tried to withdraw her hand, but Papyrus was still holding on to the finger and growling. "...I LIKE him!"

Frank sighed and gently extracted his daughter's finger from Papyrus's tiny little jaws. "It's good that you like him, but please dear...be gentle. He isn't toy or a plaything, he's a little one who is still recovering from some...bad things."

She blinked a few times. "Ohhhh...he's your patient?"

He nodded. "Yes, and he will be staying here for a little bit. Lets do our best to welcome him, eh?"

"Yeah! I'll go get my swords and action figures!" She raced back up the stairs, two steps at a time. Thankfully, the swords are made of soft foam. She wasn't quite ready for a wooden one yet, perhaps once she stops breaking lamps with the foam one.

He carried the bundle of skeleton to the kitchen, setting Papyrus in the crook of his arm as he started to mix up some milk along with his medicine. He could hear his daughter in the floor above tossing toys and what may be boxes around, looking for the best thing to play with.

Well, it looks like they may have started a beautiful friendship! He'll see later if Papyrus would be willing to leave his blanket cocoon and play a little. After being sufficiently harassed by his daughter and the events of the day, he wouldn't be surprised if it took a little time.

He bottled up the milk and gave it to the hungry skeleton, anything to really distract him from what was really going on. Papyrus perked up, holding the bottle in his hands and he drank it down quickly. He seemed much 'brighter' and alert once he had something to eat.

"POPS! POPS! WHERE'S MY BATTLE ARMOR?!" Undyne could be heard yelling from upstairs, along with a few crashes.

Frank sighed. At least, there were plenty of distractions.


All the way to Hotland, the dogs and Grillby were lost in thought. The boat would rock in the water as the River Person pushed it to speeds it usually doesn't go. River was a strange person before, but they could sense urgency. They only had one thing to say.

"Tra la la ! Beware the man who speaks in hands! Tra la la!"

After that, they were quiet. The last dog was barely on the boat before it began to move, skipping over the water. They sat quietly as Waterfall whizzed by, steadily getting brighter and hotter as they entered the red landscape of Hotland. Constantly lit by pools of lava, it gave an unsettling glow to those preferring cooler climate.

To their surprise, there was a group of residents waiting on the shore as they pulled up, all fire types. Obviously they would not survive the walk through Waterfall's rain unscathed. Waiting among them was Captain Gnash.

"Bout time you all got here!" He helped the dogs climb out of the boat, which were being replaced with residents. "The evacuation has started. We need some men out sniffing out any stragglers. Can I count on you all to be Good Dogs!?"

The dog guard saluted and barked, beginning to fall into place. The Dogi remained in command, and began distributing orders. Grillby at once felt out of place. It has been years since he had followed or lead a command. He wasn't quite too sure where to go besides straight to the CORE.

He was startled when Gnash laid a hand on his shoulder. "Major General." He said, giving the bartender a look. "Ya know, Gerson warned me you wouldn't be able to keep out of this for long."

"I cannot. Gaster took my son." Grillby narrowed his eyes. "I mean to get him back." He knew that if Gnash told him to remain here, that he wouldn't. Nobody would be able to stop him.

"I'm not going to stop you." Gnash put his fears at ease. "Hell, you're more experienced than all of us really. Gerson said you have a strong sense of justice so he said not to try and stop you. Instead, you'll be coming with us. The dogs and Gerson will handle the evac."

"Who is 'we'?" The flame glanced around at the stream of people heading to the docks.

"It will be the three of us." A deep voice answered to the left. Grillby turned, and was greeted by the sight of his sovereign ruler, King Asgore. Gone was his robes and his humorous t-shirts. Instead the king was dressed for battle. His dark armor looked as strong as it was during the war, and the trident of red magic was gripped in his paw. The king did not look pleased at all.

Instinctively, Grillby went to kneel, but was stopped by a soft paw on his shoulder. "There is no need, nor time for such things." King Asgore looked Grillby in the eyes. "Today, we are equals looking to uphold justice. After all...this could not have happened if it wasn't for me, I aim to fix that, with your help."

There was rage behind those eyes. Ever since the King lost his two children, he has lived with a pain nobody else can really understand unless it happens to them. The King loved children. To see what Gaster has done has undermined everything the king has sought to build. Even with the law with the fallen humans, it still destroys the king, each and every time a soul is taken.

To be a king is a terrible burden, and Grillby had no envy for the position.

"My king, you are not to blame for what Gaster has done."

"Oh, but it is. I gave him permission to build weapons, to aid in the upcoming war with humanity. He requested privacy, and time. Both what I have given him. I should have checked on him, demanded updates...demanded demonstrations. But I had trusted him since he built the CORE. I saw no reason to bother him before...and now my ignorance has resulted in the deaths of countless children."

Gnash and Grillby had nothing to say to that.

"He will be brought to justice, and I will make sure nothing like this shall ever happen again."

"Then lets not waste anymore time." Gnash gripped his sword and then glanced to Grillby. "Do you have weapons? Armor? We might have time to stop by HQ to get some."

"I need neither." Grillby rolled up his sleeves. "Let's be off."

The king and captain nodded their heads, and together they strode on past the fleeing population, towards the CORE.

By the time they reached the CORE, the area was deserted. No doubt, Gnash and Gerson have cleared out everyone. The only thing left was the unsettling emergency lights and the remnants left behind by the fleeing monsters. They could see lunches left forgotten on tables, hardhats , and work boxes left behind as if the owners suddenly vanished. Lit up ahead, where the actual doors to the inner CORE. They were shut firmly and the key slot next to it lit up with warning signs.

Grillby was about to ask how they were going to get into the room, when the King's eyes began to glow. The doors began to shimmer with a chilly blue and creaked with some invisible strain. With a thrust of his trident, the doors folded up on each other like wet cardboard and were ripped from the hinges. The room suddenly became brighter from the ambient lava below, and the door sailed backwards to crash into the break room wall.

Gnash and Grillby could scarcely believe it. Of course, their king is strong...but THIS strong?

Asgore strode forward and then stopped, shocked. A sudden feeling of dread overcame Grillby as he peaked around the corner.

His flames dimmed in horror.

Far ahead in the main console, he could see Sans. His shirt and pants have been discarded, most likely to the lava below them. His right eye socket is full of various wires, going down deep enough to perhaps reach the brain case. He was bolted to the console with metal rings, which he would not be able to escape. The poor pup's head was popped up, jaws held open with metal as a tube was stuffed inside.

He hung still and lifeless, looking by all means ready to crumble to dust at any second. The most disturbing thing was how silent he is, simply staring out into the distance. If he could actually see or not was unknown to the flame.

"SANS!" Grillby roared and went to fly forward to rescue him, LOVE burning deep in his soul, when a sudden wall of blue bones slammed down to block his path.

{ "Idiots!" } Gaster hissed and emerged from behind the console. Grillby was pleased to note that both of his arms were in slings. Seems like the beating from earlier had caused the scientist permanent damage. Excellent. Gaster now had to rely now on magic to pick up and manipulate objects. {"Do you know what you are trying to interrupt!?" }

"Gaster." Asgore stepped in front of Grillby. "You have one last chance to stop this madness. Return the child to his father and surrender, or you will die where you stand."

Gaster made a show of thinking about it, even manifesting a constructed hand to stroke his chin.

{ "I will not. I WILL break the barrier and save us all. It is my duty. It is my legacy. If you don't desire freedom...then I suppose, you will have to take S-1 by force." }

Asgore shook his head sadly.

"You were once my friend, but today...you have become a greater threat than the humans. A rot from within us that must be cut away." Asgore readied his trident. Gnash drew his sword and Grillby ignited into angry, teal flames.

"I am truly sorry that it has come to this."

Gaster sneered, clearly taking great offense to being considered WORSE than humans. { "I as well. If only you weren't so sentimental." }

Bones suddenly appeared, angled down at the three. There were so many, the blocked some of the emergency lights from above. There was a great, terrible ripping noise, and two large childish beast heads flanked their creator. They swayed from side to side and stared out at the King and his companions with white circular eyes. They seemed to almost make giggling noises as they gnashed their teeth, staring straight ahead.

Then, the bones rained down.

[ FIGHT. ]


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