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If anyone comes across a building called Pay for Exchange, don't go in it.

[Asriel's voice sounds shaky and clearly upset with something. Maybe he should've switched to text, but he thinks it's too late now.]

They... they sell copies of people - people you can swap bodies with for a day. And they'll make copies of anyone who goes in their store, real actually alive copies too.

[Asriel's still sick to his stomach that he found "himself" for sale, but clearly the people on this colony didn't exactly see why it was a problem to sell living, unconscious bodies. But he's too scared to go back...]

J-just stay far away from it, okay? They don't ask you or anything, and they don't have any problems making a copy of you and putting it up for sale.

[ooc: Info for Pay for Exchange and what Asriel saw found here!]

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Asriel!

[Frisk runs over and actually clambers over the arm of the couch between the two of them to curl up next to their brother, wrapping both arms around him and pulling him close for a tight, worried hug.]

Are you okay? It--they didn't hurt you, did they?

[They don't see any dust, but...]

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N-no no, they didn't hurt me.

[Not physically, but Asriel feels pretty heartbroken. Asriel clings to Frisk a little desperately.]

But they didn't ask, they didn't even ask if it was okay! And now there's a "me" for sale a-and...

[Asriel's voice trails off, growing more upset the more he talks about it.]

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They...?

[Frisk freezes utterly still for a moment, holding Asriel even tighter. They made...they cloned him? Just--to be used like a costume?]

Th-that's not...

[A combination of rage, fear, and distress close their throat, and Frisk buries their face into his shoulder with a soft whimper.]

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[It's not right. It's disgusting and wrong, and this place seems like a constant reminder of how little ownership he has over himself. When Frisk buries their face into his shoulder, Asriel clings to them and pulls them close into a tight hug.

Tears follow after, forming in thick tracks along his cheeks. A muffled sobbing escapes his throat.]

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[A cold ball of fury forms in the pit of Frisk's stomach. It's a small, hard thing, and it weighs heavy--too heavy. There's been so much that all of them have been suffering through, things Frisk couldn't stop no matter how hard they tried. Asriel and Mettaton have both been hurt in ways Frisk can barely even comprehend, ways that have changed them both even if they try so hard to mask it.]

[And it's all because of people like this. People that don't care what happens to those around them. People that just see something they want, and take, and take, and take. People that would reduce someone else to an animal, to a thing. It's--]

[It's disgusting. It's horrible and disgusting and Frisk wants to take the Dagger, take their Disk and find these people and just--]

[* I knew you had it in you!]

[No. Don't--don't think like that, they're not like that. They can't--don't kill, and don't be killed. That isn't how they should do things, they can...they can find a different way to fix it. They have to.]

[Frisk's throat closes, and they rub their brother's back slowly. When did they sit down? They were standing in that darkness just a moment ago, weren't they?]