Happy Halloween! Thanks for being so patient and putting up with all my bullshit.


Ryou eyed his surroundings warily.

Kittens mewled imperiously at him from their perches on china plates and surfaces draped in lace doilies. Umbridge's particular color of nausea-inducing pink flooded the room. It was horrifying.

"Ah, you're right on time, Mr. Bakura," a high-pitched, girly voice said from the back of the office. Ryou turned to look at Professor Umbridge. She, like her office, was oversaturated in pinks and frilly adornments. He fought the urge to cringe instinctively.

"I was afraid I was late," he tried to joke, forcing an artificial smile onto his face. Pretend like she doesn't make you cringe, he kept telling himself. Pretend she didn't cut open the back of your hand with a demonic quill.

/I could slap her for you. I'd be invisible. She wouldn't even know it was me/

/No… better not/ Ryou thought. Umbridge was awful, but she'd been giving herself a large amount of power lately thanks to those educational decrees. It would be better to tread lightly around her. Ryou did not want another detention. Who knew how much power she'd given herself to exert.

He straightened his shoulders and beamed. He'd dealt with difficult teachers and professors before, some better and some worse than the likes of Umbridge. He was sure he could handle this. He didn't need Bakura, who was curled in the back of his mind, watching like a leery wolf. Umbridge was nothing to him. He had nothing to fear.

Ryou had this.

"Why don't you take a seat?" she offered. He nodded and took the chair that was set before the desk, turned to an inviting tilt towards the door. Before him sat a china teacup decorated with a beribboned kitten. "Tea?" she asked him.

"Thanks," Ryou said with a nod. "Just one sugar." She took the tea cup and turned her back to him in order to fill it from the small teapot behind her. He shifted unsteadily in the plush armchair. Something about it felt wrong. Not quite comfortable. He tried to ignore it.

She turned back, placing the tea cup before him. Steam curled toward the ceiling.

/Don't drink it. She's poisoned it with something/ Bakura clucked.

Ryou sighed. /I was hoping I'd just imagined it/

Bakura chuckled. /You saw her too? And here I thought you were unobservant in these matters/

/She was being a bit obvious. But I think I have an idea/ he said as Umbridge prepared to sit, her own teacup placed onto its saucer. "Actually, would it be too much to ask for another sugar? I'm sorry to be a bother," he said.

Umbridge smiled that toady smile of hers. "No bother," she said, looking smug as she turned back to grab the sugar. Ryou leaned forward and quickly swapped the teacups, taking pains to keep the china from rattling against both itself and the wood of the desk. Thankfully, the lace cover on the desk muffled the sound.

As Umbridge turned back, a small drop spilled from his own cup, staining the doily. He hastily covered the spot with the saucer.

/Did she see?/ Ryou asked nervously as the sugar cube was dropped into his cup.

/I don't think so. Wonder what it does/

"Thanks," he said, hesitating to drink. He waited until Umbridge took a dainty sip to follow suit. "Now… what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

"I found out recently that you've never attended school before this year. I had been led to believe by Dumbledore that you'd attended an establishment in Japan and transferred over here, but it seems that isn't the case. I was hoping that you might be able to provide an explanation for why this might have happened, Mr. Bakura."

"Well…" Ryou said, glancing wearily over the porcelain. "There was an accident a long time ago, when I was 10, and my father ended up having my powers locked away. Pretending to be a muggle seemed like the best course of action after that. Over time, I guess I just got used to living without it.

"But something happened and all of that magic was somehow unblocked, and I have to admit, I was a bit curious about this world. Dumbledore offered me a chance to study here, and I accepted. And… that's about it."

"Really?" Umbridge asked, eyes narrowed into calculating slits. "And in all of that time, you had no exposure to the magical world? No muggles know of the existence of wizards from you?"

Ryou shifted again in the chair, hating the penetrating, all-knowing gaze she had focused on him.

"No, none. Not even contact from my father. And I didn't tell any… ah… muggles… about the wizarding world, either. I didn't have my magic, so I'd have no proof, and anyway, I don't know who I would tell. I never had that many friends, really…"

Ryou cast his eyes down into his tea and took a slow sip, trying to play up the 'woe is me' act just a little. He could feel Bakura nodding his approval subtly in the back of his mind.

"Well," Umbridge said breathily. She was still playing the role of demonic kindergarten teacher. He couldn't tell if she'd bought it or not, or even if she would react if she had. She stood on her squat legs and paced behind her desk, the tea cup forgotten. "I think that begs the question, Mr. Bakura, what do you think of the wizarding world?"

"Well…"

He could tell the truth. Mention how uneasy his current situation made him. But no, probably better to not. Didn't want Umbridge prying into why it was that he was uncomfortable. A half lie would be better. Not a full lie, but fudging the truth a bit would be fine. He took another taste of the tea.

"It's… actually pretty wonderful. I remembered a few fairy stories from when I was younger, but my dad wasn't around too much when I was growing up. And like I said, I didn't have any contact with the magical world. So being back in this world, it's almost… hmm…" He laughed a bit to himself. It sounded foreign to him, fake. "Magical."

"So you enjoy being here, don't you?" Umbridge asked, stopping at her desk. She seemed to have a point somewhere, but she wasn't making it yet.

Ryou nodded. "Yes, I do. The classes are great."

She leaned in closer. "And you would like to continue going here, wouldn't you?"

"Probably," Ryou agreed.

Umbridge's smile tightened. "So you would tell me if you knew of a secret organization bent on undermining this… esteemed establishment," she simpered.

Ryou flinched. "What?"

"Is there someone violating the Educational Decrees? Come on, Mr. Bakura, it's a very simple question. Yes, or no?"

"No," Ryou said automatically. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'd never break the rules!"

/Do the eye thing/

/What eye thing?/

/Sometimes you do this eye thing. Make your eyes bigger, a little watery. Like a deer. The whole innocent thing is convincing. But don't overdo it/

Ryou complied, letting his eyebrows lift faintly and his eyes widen.

/Too much, tone it back slightly/ Bakura said, and then he nodded after Ryou had made the necessary adjustments. /Perfect/

"Is somebody disobeying the educational decrees?" Ryou asked.

"Unfortunately, it would seem so. And by violating the educational decrees, these hooligans are undermining the authority of both the school and the Ministry. It is a serious problem facing this school and it is important that we get to the bottom of it, in the name of student safety."

Ryou nodded quickly. "Yes, of course. Student safety is very important. If I knew anything, I would be sure to tell you."

Umbridge gave him a long sideways look, and then threw a flickering glance down to the teacup, as if checking to see how much he'd drunk of it. She seemed satisfied to see it was nearly gone.

"Alright, Mr. Bakura. With that out of the way, I have one more thing I wanted to ask you about. How does a wizard such as yourself, with no prior training in wordless magic, commit an assault on a teacher the way you did at the beginning of the year?" There was a definite edge to her girlish voice this time around.

Ryou shook his head. "I don't know how it happened, Professor. I'm sorry. I got upset, and I guess I just… lost control. I won't let it happen again."

Umbridge gave him a hard, but slightly mollified look. "Good. I'm glad we understand each other. Dismissed."

Ryou bowed his head as he stood and beat a hasty retreat out of the room. He shivered. /That was close. I thought I'd mess up at any moment./

/Hmm. But you didn't. Well, played, Hikari. Well played/

Ryou smiled at the praise.


Draco narrowed his eyes as Ryou left the common room for an early breakfast before classes. It was already a week into term, and Draco barely ever saw him. Ryou hadn't been secretive at the beginning of the school year. But now he didn't tell Draco anything, and that was a problem.

He was supposed to be swaying Ryou over to their side, but so far, he'd only succeeded in alienating his cousin. Even worse, Draco had seen Ryou speaking with Potter and his little band of losers lately, and that didn't bode well for Draco's plans.

It wouldn't do for Ryou to end up on the wrong side in this delicate matter.

He needed to redouble his efforts. He needed to commit Ryou to his side. But how… How? He couldn't just keep pulling the family card over and over again. It was getting old. Ryou wanted to spend time with blood relations, that much was true, but the welcome was wearing thin.

Ryou didn't understand that siding with Voldemort was the only way to survive the coming years. And the sooner he joined up, the sooner everything would work out.

If he wanted to ally himself with that crackpot Dumbledore and those Gryffindor losers, he was certain to face utter destruction. And Draco didn't want that. There had to be something that he could do…

Draco smiled tightly. He thought he knew just the thing.

Ryou twirled the golden bangle around his wrist, frowning nervously. The news of escaped Death Eaters had been on everyone's lips for days, and it was a bit nerve wracking.

February had come and gone, and Ryou still remembered clearly what it had been like to stand in that room with the hooded figures so long ago. He remembered the crippling fear that came from standing in such close proximity to Voldemort, and he certainly remembered the number of people that had been sitting around Voldemort, the ones with masks over their faces and hoods obscuring the rest.

If they'd escaped from an inescapable wizard prison… Ryou knew well enough to know that this was already bad enough. But from how frightened the professors seemed to be, and how nervous the student body was, he knew that absolutely nothing good could come of this.

Classes weren't enough to distract him completely from the issues surrounding him, despite how hard he was trying. He just wanted to forget. He wanted to live a normal life. He wanted to think that Malfoy wasn't just using him. He wanted to pretend that Harry, Ron, and Hermione were his friends despite the fact that it was plainly obvious what they were doing.

Most of all, he just wanted to be able to spend time with all of them, and Ginny as well, without having people judging him behind his back.

In the time since he'd gotten here, he'd made an effort to spend more time with the Gryffindors. But since all of them, Ryou included, preferred to keep the fact that they were spending time with a rival house on the down-low, Ryou found himself setting times and dates for them to meet in the Room of Requirement. He called it game night. It was a little funny, a little pitiful, but it was necessary.

It was actually more fun than he'd expected. He knew what they were doing. He could never make himself forget. But like the chess game, spending time with people who acknowledged his existence and treated him like an actual human being (as opposed to a cardboard cutout of one which no one spoke about or to) was actually worth whatever heart-ache it might mean later.

In addition to that, Draco apologized for being, as Goyle had succinctly put it, 'a massive prat'. And this time, there was something in the execution that seemed… somehow different from the hollow, empty apologies from the past. Ryou couldn't put his finger on it, but it seemed much more genuine than previous times, and he seemed to actually want to have Ryou speak with him again. Wary but hopeful, Ryou accepted once more, knowing full well that this would probably end about as well as it would with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

From that moment on, he had fallen into a holding pattern.

He split his time between the Gryffindors, the Slytherins, and his own private practicing of the difficult fifth-year-level spells that he did whenever he could manage to find the time away from both.

In the nights, he would play chess against Bakura before collapsing in bed in exhaustion. He slept hard and briefly, waking all too soon the next morning to begin the cycle of breakfast, classes, and seemingly never-ending social interaction again. The distraction of it served him well enough after a time, and soon enough he was hard pressed to even recall many of his troubles.

By the time February rolled around, Ryou was feeling physically and mentally drained. He'd never spent this much time in close proximity to this many people, and it was difficult to keep the two groups completely and unerringly separate to the point where they never saw each other while they were with Ryou.

This balancing game was the most difficult in class, particularly potions, but Ryou managed to put all of his attentions into his brewing, and eventually both got the message that class time was not the best time to try and sway Ryou to their side.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione at least seemed to realize that it would look odd to try and speak to him during class. Draco had no such reservations, being in the same house, but he had the good sense to give Ryou the space he wanted.

There was one strange moment during this time that turned out to be fairly eye opening. As he returned to his common room late one evening, he bumped into Harry deep in the dungeons of the castle. Harry stammered some sort of exhausted excuse about remedial potions. Ryou wanted to disbelieve the slightly obvious lie, but Harry really did need remedial potions and he couldn't think of any other reason for Harry to be down here.

He watched Harry walk away, frowning a bit to himself, and not entirely certain if he wanted to press the issue or not. They, after all, were prying into his life. It would only be fair to dig into theirs. He shrugged and dropped the issue quickly enough, however. They would probably get bored soon enough, and Ryou was willing to be the bigger person in all of this.

He usually was.

Nothing really changed much at all until a new Educational Decree was posted on every notice board in the school, and Ryou discovered the existence of a conspiracy rag called The Quibbler.

He didn't read it until it had been well circulated through the school already, but he'd gathered the gist of it before he ever managed to acquire an illicit copy, which was easier than he thought it would be given the ban.

All it had taken was to politely ask Bakura to steal a copy from any student who was about to get in trouble for having it. That way, the student wouldn't miss the illegal tabloid rag, and Ryou could read it for himself. He thought he was pretty clever with his little plan.

That evening, he spread the magazine out carefully in the soul room. It was the only place he felt safe keeping it, to Bakura's amusement. Past the strange oddities and curios written about inside, he finally found the article.

In it, Harry had named many Death Eaters, and though he was right on the mark, Ryou couldn't help but understand why Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy might be upset by the defamatory remarks held within.

Ryou was just glad they kept their frustrations in check in public, though he had been privy to the explosive outcry within the Slytherin house as soon as the article had made its rounds through the students.

It was throwing gasoline on a fire that was already getting too hot to handle. Someone was sure to get burned at this rate, and that someone would probably be Ryou.

He sat on the bed for a long time, thinking. There wasn't anything he could do to mitigate the situation. There'd be conflict from this, and likely sooner rather than later.

A hand carded through his hair and he flinched. "Bakura, you scared me!"

Bakura grinned and gave one of the locks of hair a bit of a tug. "Not my fault. You're too oblivious, yadonushi."

Ryou sniffed and turned his nose up. "It's not being oblivious if you're able to come and go without anyone knowing."

"Heh," Bakura chuckled. He settled, cross-legged, next to Ryou. "Fair enough. We'll work on that. I'll make you a thief yet."

"Bakuuuurrraaa," Ryou groaned. He shook his head. "You're incorrigible."

"Aye," he agreed with a wink. Ryou jolted, and warmth flooded his chest. He blushed and looked away.

"So. Explosive impending conflict, hmm? Sure it's too late to duck out?"

"It is," Ryou said. "I want to at least see this year through. Dumbledore never said how long, but I-"

He paused.

"I don't like this... this whole feeling of being used," he said, wrapping his arms around himself. "I hate it. You, Dumbledore, Harry, whatever. I don't care who. I just don't like it when people try to manipulate me for their ends."

Bakura's lips twisted and tightened.

"I guess it makes sense, why they try but... I don't like being a pawn," Ryou said. He stared at the ground.

Bakura's fingers hooked under his chin and pulled him back to face rust-colored eyes. "You are not a pawn. But even the king and queen factor into a bigger picture. You insist on playing chess with half a dozen players at once, each of whom have wildly different strategies, motives, and tolerance to personal sacrifice. There is a challenge inherent in this. But..."

A lazy smirk curled up his lips.

"You and I, we're pretty good at chess, aren't we?"

Ryou smiled a little bit in spite of himself. "Others are good too."

"Sure," Bakura said with a shrug and a small chuckle, "but we're so much better."

Ryou smiled into his lap and then promptly sneezed. "Oh. That was strange," he said rubbing his nose. "I hope it's just allergies. I wouldn't want to miss class."

He fell backward onto the bed, splaying his arms out. He traced the line dividing his mind with half-lidded eyes.

"I really do like it here, despite everything. It's nice to have a break from world-ending chaos. And magic is pretty great too. I might..." He trailed off and curled onto his side, studying Bakura's profile. "Maybe… want to learn a little bit about the shadows, too."

Bakura's eyes widened visibly. He wiped the emotion away in a fraction of a second. "Of course you would. The shadows are so much better than this silly stuff you play with now," he said, waving his hand in the air. He mimed flicking a wand through the air and rolled his eyes.

"After I catch up, of course," Ryou said, sitting back up. He curled his fingers around the black bed sheets and sighed. It was taking forever to catch up. "At least the DA is helping with that."


When everything was said and done, Trelawney was the first to lose her job to Umbridge's inspections.

Ryou had been sniffling on and off for the last few weeks, fighting off a strangely persistent virus, and had been avoiding going outside when possible, so he'd only heard the news of it second-hand.

Umbridge had tried to forcibly remove Trelawney from the grounds, only for Dumbledore to intervene and permit her to continue living at Hogwarts. He was unable to keep her on as a professor, but it didn't matter altogether that much, as he'd had a replacement already lined up. It was Trelawney's replacement, however, that had Ryou fascinated.

"A centaur?" he'd asked, fascinated. "Those are real?"

"Of course they're real," Draco said, and Ryou was left grinning.

Trelawney's class had always been fun, but being taught to divine the future by a creature which Ryou hadn't thought existed? Ryou couldn't wait.

He was chattering excitedly while they walked to class. Draco seemed fairly disinterested in all of it, but divination had never been a favorite class of his. He didn't have quite the affinity for it that Ryou did. Not when Ryou carried his second favorite pack of tarot cards everywhere he went, and had been complimented on several occasions by the slightly batty teacher which had originally taught the class.

He blew his nose into a tissue and grinned as they approached the classroom. Even Draco couldn't quite keep the surprise off his face as they stepped into what appeared to be a forest growing inside of the castle walls. Ryou's mouth fell open as they filed inside.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves and dappled the grounds. The shafts of light, komorebi, backlit genuine trees which rustled in a wind that smelled faintly of mallowsweet and fire. The distant scent of smoke made him shudder faintly.

"Something wrong?" Draco asked.

Ryou shook his head. "N-no, of course not." He knelt beside a large boulder, tucking his legs neatly beneath him. Draco leaned against the rock. He was glaring down his nose at the forest around them.

Ryou glanced at the clearing. His eyes went round. Firenze was half man, half palomino, with a blue-eyed stare that was almost unnerving.

"Let us begin," Firenze said, and with a gesture, twilight fell over the classroom.

"Wow!" Ryou cried, and he got a sideways look from Draco for his awe.

Firenze pointed out a fleck of red amongst the spatterings of diamond stars. Centaur wisdom, he explained, was not the self-flattering nonsense of humankind's desire to make sense of trivialities in their limited view of the world.

Centaurs viewed the future in terms of long-term tides, shifting and churning like an unstoppable ocean. The last decade indicated that war would soon swell with the fire of violent red Mars. The exact timing was left to observations in fire.

Firenze burnt sage and mallowsweet and told them to try and discern specific shapes and symbols within. Malfoy scoffed, as he always did during their divination classes. For his part, Ryou was grinning as the aromatic herbs were set to smolder and smoke there in the middle of the forested classroom.

Firenze listed the signs they should look out for, with a caution that humans were hardly ever competent at this finicky sort of thing. Ryou stared deep into the smoke.

A small shiver ran up his spine, despite the relative warmth in the room. The smell was making him lightheaded. His eyes were caught up in the flickers of fire that tasted the leaves with tiny orange tongues, and he wavered. Darkness blotted over his vision until the fire was all he could see and the other students had fallen away.

He heard distant screaming. His heart began to race as the smoke took shape, twisting into vile, curving shapes evocative of ragged claws and broken horns. His whole body began to shake.

The screams grew louder, deafening in his ears, and over the smell of smoke, he picked up the softest notes of metal underneath. He shuddered, curling in on himself, crying out as he saw a rising mass of darkness grow from the fumes and lean in close.

/Yadonushi!/ Bakura repeated himself, and Ryou snapped to with a sudden jolt. He lurched upright with a gasp, clutching his chest.

Bakura was translucent, having shaken his body to try and rouse him from his fugue. He seemed alarmed, but vanished before Ryou could say anything. The rest of the fifth year Slytherins, as well as Firenze, were all staring down at him.

"What was that?" Draco asked, looking on with what appeared to be genuine concern. Ryou rubbed at his temples.

"I- I don't know," Ryou lied, shaking his head. He rose to his feet and started slowly toward the door, his legs as jello-y as a newborn fawn. "I need to go to the hospital wing. I'm sorry for disturbing class."

"Of course. Will you need someone to accompany you?" Firenze asked.

"No- I, I should be fine."

Firenze inclined his head. Ryou stumbled out of the forested classroom and was a bit surprised to find himself so quickly back in the dusky, stone-walled corridors of the castle.

/I was under the impression that the hospital wing was the opposite direction/

/I'm not going there/ Ryou said, and he continued on his way. He forced himself up the stairs, coughing into his fist as he crested the third floor. He stopped at the Room of Requirement. He was leaning heavily against the wall, shaking violently. /I- I can't-/

He whimpered a little, and Bakura solidified outside with a quick back and forth step to bring the door into existence. Ryou's legs gave out the moment it appeared. With a practiced gesture, Bakura swept his arms out to snag him from the air before he hit the ground.

Ryou was pale, and his teeth were chattering. "Shit," Bakura growled, carrying Ryou inside. He kicked the door shut behind them and draped Ryou over the convenient bed that appeared in the left corner, replacing the Monster World board. "Hikari-"

"Cold," Ryou whimpered, grasping at the blankets on the bed. He pulled them over his head and closed his eyes. He opened them inside of his soul room, feeling every bit as drained, but a shade warmer at the very least. He was still shaking violently.

Bakura appeared on his side of the room, standing with a hand on one of his treasure hordes.

Ryou buried his face in the pillow and held his breath, struggling to hold himself together. His racing heart slowed with some effort, but he didn't look up until he felt the mattress shift with the weight of another soul.

"I'm sorry," Ryou gasped, peeking out from the pile of pillows. His face was drawn and streaked with tears. Bakura's expression was inscrutable. "I'm so sorry. I don't- I can't- I can't seem to stop it."

One of Bakura's eyebrows rose.

"The- the nightmare," Ryou said through chattering teeth. He rose up slightly. "I saw it in the fire. Please. Please, just make it stop"

He shuddered and started to cry. Finally, Bakura moved, drawing Ryou into a rough embrace with a sigh. Ryou looked up in faint surprise.

"We need to get this under control."

"How?" Ryou said. "You can't control dreams."

"No," Bakura said. "But we may be able to keep them at bay."

Bakura was looking at the ceiling. It felt distant despite the physical closeness. Ryou bowed his head and buried his face into Bakura's shirt. It smelled of sand and something like shadows: dark and burnt sugar, but depthless. Bakura's arms were warm.

Ryou couldn't seem to stop crying.

Bakura combed his fingers through Ryou's hair. He didn't flinch anymore. It was strange. He wondered when Bakura's touch had ceased to be a surprise and become something genuinely comforting, something Ryou found he wanted when he became upset.

He curled his fingers around one of Bakura's hands and leaned into the touch of the other. It was soothing. His ragged breath slowed, and he closed the mindlink quickly, before Bakura could get even the barest whisper of his thoughts. His flushed cheeks were a dead giveaway, but he buried his face deeper to hide them.

This was nice. Too nice. He frowned. What was wrong with him? Had he so easily forgotten what Bakura had done? Just like that, with the flutter of his heart, he was looking past the things Bakura had done to everyone. It was wrong.

But at that moment, as Ryou snuggled deeper into Bakura's embrace, he couldn't find it inside himself to care.


Bakura stuck his head down through the ceiling. It was between classes, so it wasn't surprising that the dormitory was empty. He popped back into the Room of Requirement just long enough to retrieve Hikari.

His light was calm, finally, but he'd been sick so many times during the last month that he simply didn't have the strength to go back to class. His face was still pale, but at least he didn't seem quite so unsteady on his feet, and he was certainly less likely to just collapse.

Yadonushi still crawled into bed with a yawn.

Bakura sat on the edge of the postered bed, watching as Ryou drifted off to sleep. Hikari's lips parted slightly, his face slackening. Hikari snuggled closer to him, and though Bakura smiled, he also sighed.

"Uraeus," he called. The snake ducked out from where he'd been dozing under the bed.

"What happened to Ryou?"

"What do you think?" Bakura asked, his tone sharpening to a razor's edge. When he looked at Uraeus, his expression was fit to kill. "What is it always, anymore?"

Uraeus sighed. "Thissss isss getting ridiculous. How many timesss in the lassst few monthsss hass thiss happened?"

"Too many. I'm going to find a find a way to stop it."

"You can't ssstop him," Uraeus said. The snake rose up slightly, using Bakura's leg to get up onto the bed. He looked at Hikari's face, letting out a soft, rattling sigh. "Even together, you and Ryou do not ssstand a chance against him."

Bakura clenched his hands into fists and snarled. "I hate this!" he hissed.

"The helplessssnessss? The frustration?" Bakura growled low under his breath. "If I were you, I don't think I would worry quite ssso much. You sssaid it yoursself, Ryou is pure. Perhapsss he may be ssstronger than you think."

"He knows a handful of parlor tricks. Against Zorc, he's nothing."

Uraeus blinked slowly. His tongue tasted the air with a little flick. "You sssay that. But I don't know. From the ssstoriess you've told me, Ryou iss a sspecial kind of ssstuborn."

"Yeah," Bakura said, looking back at Hikari's face. "He is."


If anyone needs a new game to play, Undertale is one of the absolute best games I've ever played, and I recommend it so hard.