Template murmurs something as she rises, a triangle surrounding
her.
"I must talk with some old friends..." She murmured.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
"Rue, for gods sake. It was me!" Template growls, her Cipher form
showing, pretty much Bipper's suit. "I'll go find him." She
growled.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
Luke gets down from the tree, thinking about who hypnotized him.
Maybe Bill, or Giddeon, or maybe that rich guy accidentally did it.
He ponders, holding his violin.
Template teleports to Snowdin, looking for Dipper.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
"I don't know." Bill replies. "But Mason is in trouble. The being
that made it so i don't remember you has now taken control of him,
and if the being gets what he wants, Dipper won't survive."
Template flew up to Bill. "I- I can't fight you anymore..." She
murmured, looking up at him. "But I want to help you get my
boyfriend back..." She murmured.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.
Template has a flashback about making a deal with Bill.
are you carbide on my nano,
red glass on my lightbulb;
dark light on my culture,
sapphire on my white gold;
burst out of my chest and hide out in the vents
my blood beats so alive, might bite right through your lens.