god the wreck i'm thinking about the wreck. guptill is in a mockery of life he's dead he's gone he's still there he's nowhere to be found he's an echo rattling around the gaping cavern of the wreck he's a ghost in the shell who will never be allowed to rest till his body stops bleeding! and gaster will never let that happen! he spills blood without a heart pumping his own. his light is rust-dark
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