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It’s a bit of a hike back to Ebott City. As the sun inches higher in the sky you breathe a sigh of relief, a meeting with the humans would not go well after dark. Everyone gapes at the sky through the gaps in the trees as you all make your way down the old hiking path.
“LOOK!” Papyrus shouts, pointing to a shimmer up ahead. “THAT MUST BE THE RIVER WHERE ALL THE COOL STUFF COMES FROM!”
Sure enough, as you near it everyone can see the drifts of trash floating down and getting caught on branches and root overhangs along the bank. You hadn’t seen it on your blind dash going the other direction. Before. Everyone looks upriver to see the looming hulk of a landfill in the distance.
“wow, humans sure do throw away a lot of stuff,” Sans comments.
You nod solemnly, not sure how to respond.
The group moves on away from the river, it will take a couple of hours to reach the city and who knows what will happen then. You reach for determination, trying to create a save point, but nothing happens. Heart dropping in fear, you realize magic is not as strong up here. There’s no going back.