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[alphyswhatsabara]

::The video opens upon one (1) Asgore Dreemurr, King of All Nothing In Particular, and professional Beardist, semi-professional Dad (ret.) looking somewhat distressed. Just. Mildly panicked. Only a little bit.::

Ah-hem, yes. Uh. So. It appears that someone is playing a very funny joke on me. Last night I went to bed and someone* must have snuck into my room while I was asleep,** because when I woke up, I discovered that a couple of my, uh, personal affects had been replaced in some sort of a, uh, funny joke.

::He pans over to show the wall. There's a couple of ripped out pages from what appears to be a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition from a world where the models are Monsters taped up on one space.::

I had two very nice Polaroid™ photos here of myself with both Frisk and Chara in them, and well, they were very nice photos and I did not make any copies of them and while these swimsuit ladies are a funny sort of replacement -- ha ha ha, see I am laughing, ha ha ha -- if someone could return the originals to me I would be very much appreciative of that.

I think that you have left some... empty beer bottles... in my room as well.

::The camera pans over to show what is clearly some empty bottles of 'Brewtien' which is a beer that has added protein somehow, which seems like a bad mistake on so many levels.::

So, please, I will be glad to pick up the bottles and throw them away for you; I would just appreciate it if you could. Give me the photos back, thank you.

::The camera cuts abruptly. Five minutes pass, and then there's a hasty addition, a second, very brief video with a somewhat more distraught image of Asgore appearing in it.::

Also someone has taken a pink sweater from me that says "Mr. Dad Guy" on it and appears to have replaced it with this Sun's Out Gun's Out tank top ::he holds it up in his hand; it's Asgore sized so the largest tank top you've probably ever seen:: which is, hahaha, even more like a funny joke because, hahaha, I was trapped underground for centuries, but, hahaha, I think that the joke is joked enough at this point, so please just. Trade me back the sweater and the photos okay thank you good day please I will be in my room waiting for you to contact me.

::The camera cuts for a second, and seemingly final time.::

*Asgore's Mirror.
**In the only intelligent thing Asgore's Mirror has done to date, he waited until Asgore was asleep, flipped in while lying down in his own bed, so that Asgore would remain asleep in bed, swapped out the photos for some hot monster swimsuit models and nabbed the sweater that Chara knitted for Asgore, replacing it with a workout tank top. Then, to celebrate his victory, Asgore's mirror went to go take a swolefie of himself with the photos and the sweater in hand and, of course, this required a mirror to do and we all know what happened next.

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[literalvillainball]

[Would you look at that. Some poor confused Real fleshy goat thing worrying about his stuff.]

[Wheatley's Mirror Pendleton would love to gloat on video, but he'd have to record from the camera that's built into him, and he can't look at a mirror if he doesn't want to be sent back early.]

[Which is a good thing, since he doesn't have handles like Wheatley and he's connected to a small chassis thing Wheatley doesn't have.]

That's a shame, isn't it? Too bad it doesn't seem likely you'll get your stuff back anytime soon.

[voice response]

[alphyswhatsabara]

Ah, do you think so? Is there, uh, not someone that you can talk with about missing items... I remember two children talking about it... or, if the person who did the joke is done with the joke, they can give the things back, don't you think?

[literalvillainball]

Uh, no? I think they might have been stolen. By the Mirrors.

[For the Queen. Not that Pendleton's trying to be obvious because that's totally not what he's doing here. No thieving robots over here. Nope.]

So... That stuff might be on the other side right now. Educated guess, there.

[alphyswhatsabara]

Oh, right the, uh, mirrors. I met my Mirror, once. He was, uh, very enthusiastic about fitness and the attractiveness of various women.

You believe that he has stolen my things and taken them to the place he is from? That seems unkind.

[literalvillainball]

> Yup. Sounds legit.

> I'll let you go deal with that.

[Because he has places to be, Reals to rob.]