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Backdated to 12/25!

[mettatonvevo]

[He's not sure where, exactly, Frisk has squirreled themself off to but he leaves his Christmas presents for them by their old bedroom door anyway, because he knows they're going to be ok. With everyone looking out for them, they're gonna be just fine.

...And be especially loved, judging from the pile of presents left at their doorstep. He adds his to the pile. It's a relatively small bag, but inside is a humidifier and a bottle of oil. There's a glamour shot of Mettaton's face attached to the bag with a note written on the back:

Dear Frisk,

I hope you're feeling better now. These past few months haven't been kind to you whatsoever, and I didn't help with that one bit. I meant what I said when I spoke to you last; I want to try and be friends again. And since I want to try again, what better way to show that then Christmas presents? Enclosed is a humidifier for your ukulele and cleaning oil for the strings and frets. Wonderland's seasons change on a dime, so heat and cold can be very damaging to the wood. Keep that humidifier inside and it should help preserve the shape and prevent warping. The oil is for cleaning up your frets so that after long, intensive practice they'll still shine, good as new!

I'll talk to you again soon. I hope you enjoy your gifts!

Love, your favorite star,

-MTT]