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Who: Mettaton and...whoever!
When: First prompt: Day 1 of humanity. Second prompt: ffff later in the week of humanity. May add more stuff if I want to experiment further with the humanity thing!
Where: Medbay and rec room respectively
What: First prompt: Recovering in bed after losing a lot of blood + getting some cuts tended to. Basically he can't move and so he'll just make conversation with anyone in passing. Second prompt: Mettaton suddenly realizes he's acquired an irrational fear; loud sounds, including voices. Including his own voice...which is awkward.
Warnings: Mostly gonna warn for MTT experiencing debilitating anxiety in the second prompt.

A. Recovery is BORING

So about that whole plan of letting Liquid drink his blood twice in a row; Mettaton's come to the realization that his decision was a stupid one. Somewhere between getting carried by a sudden vampire to the Medbay and actually arriving, everything's a little fuzzy. In fact, he must have passed out, because the next time Mettaton woke up, he was in bed feeling quite exhausted.

There was no point in moving--he wasn't going to be allowed to leave with his level of blood loss, at least not until he'd recovered appropriately. That meant sitting still for long enough to recover, and also that he needed to eat and drink whatever was placed near him.

Drinking and snacking were fine; he was all about new experiences! But laying there at the mercy of his own human body? That was bullshit.

This is bullshit.

Should anyone he doesn't really know much show up, then he'll likely be looking for a little small talk.

"Good...afternoon is it? What brings you to mingle among the sick or temporarily invalid~? Did you just want to keep little old me some compnay~? How sweet!!"

Or something to that effect.

However, should it be someone he knows...Mettaton is going to try and hide himself away. Because on some level, this really is an embarrassing state of affairs. First day you're human, you end up in the ship clinic? Yikes. Double yikes for the bandaging around his neck. Triple yikes for the bandages everywhere else on him, which was his arms and face. Also one of his legs, but no one can see that since the covers are hiding it.

B. MTT's House of Jumpscares

[[OOC: This prompt has several options! You can have your character intervene in any part of this prompt where there's a chance to run into him!]]

Humanity did have its catches, Mettaton found, but on the whole, he'd been enjoying his first three days as a living creature, specifically a human one.

Apparently that wasn't to last, though. And it didn't even start in subtle, either. He was minding his own business mostly, reacquainting himself with the Moira's halls and checking for the new faces, when suddenly the sound of something heavy falling to the ground came to his ears. Normally, such things didn't bother him; after all, he was used to running shows with loud effects, most of the practical and very close by.

But when he hears that sound, he actually jumps noticeably, then stiffens in a defensive crouch. He's...never felt fear this intense over something so simple, and yet he can't stop his heart from racing or stop that uncomfortable twist of dread. Mettaton turns, glaring behind him for the source of the sound. Even something as innocuous as dropping a broom would raise the same irate response:

"Would you mind?! That was--I mean, it was really...loud."

He sounds uncertain, perhaps a little out of breath? Definitely scared. And the more he spoke, the more he sounded unsure, and the quieter his voice got. Even his own vexation was causing him stress.

This would not be the only incident. And as it turned out, Mettaton wasn't exactly handling it well. His usual response to negativity and fear was to get angry and loud, but as soon as he reacted as he always did, he could swear that something bad was going to happen. Like he needed to stop talking or else...

...Or else what? He didn't know. It was just terrifying, and he couldn't push that feeling away. It was doubly frustrating because this wasn't him at all. He wasn't like this, he didn't get scared of sounds. Of his own voice! God, how pathetic was that?

Perhaps the biggest mistake was pretending this wasn't happening to him, as he often did, and trying to go about his normal day. This attempt brought him to the Hub, which was...to put it simply?

A mistake.

Someone was already in there, and all of the soundproofing in the world couldn't dampen the noise that they were making. As soon as he got close enough for the bass to cut through the walls, muffled as it was, he froze, glancing at the door. He was so close...so close to doing something normal...but the former robot couldn't take the assault to his senses. Not at this time, he just--he couldn't.

He lets out a distressed noise before turning on his heel and running as if the devil was at his heels--at least for a minute. Because as he ran, he kept thinking, wondering why this was happening. He had never been frightened of sounds, was this a human weakness? What was he scared of? Would it go away? Would he be stuck like this?

His breathing quickened as he considered that scenario, and that being scared of noise would ruin everything for him. It would rob him of his identity and everything he knew he could do. Then what?! He would be a friendless, talentless hack with no future. That thought building upon itself pushed him over the edge, and he ducked into the first place where he could try to destress.

The garden, as it so happened.

He doesn't attempt to scope his surroundings or avoid anyone--not because he doesn't want to of course, but because he can't. As soon as he's in the garden area, he presses himself against the wall, trying to control his breathing, trying to stop himself from shaking uncontrollably and most of all, trying to tell himself this wasn't really happening, and if it was...it wasn't permanent.

But Mettaton couldn't resolve that in himself like he could resolve most other fears. Maybe it was everything he'd been through, or maybe feeling such an overload from all the extra senses he experienced as a human was too overwhelming. Either way, he can't calm down. He can't make this better with positive thoughts.

And if anyone's in the same area as he is, they'll find him with his hands over his ears, hyperventilating and looking uncharacteristically pale and sweaty. Someone is not having a good time right now.

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Asriel hadn't seen or heard from Mettaton for a while. At first it was fine - both of them were getting used to their new human bodies, though Mettaton seemed to be enjoying his a lot more than Asriel was. Which was fine, Asriel knew Mettaton needed something that could really make him happy.

But when he tried to contact him later a couple of times and got no response, that worried him. Especially with how their friends seemed to be disappearing lately...

After double checking, he couldn't find Mettaton but he didn't seem like he was gone from the ship like Papyrus or Chara. And he didn't find anything in cryo, so Asriel had been searching up and down the ship until it lead him to the Medbay. The worry is immediate in Asriel's voice.

"Mettaton! There you are!"

Oh hell, of all the people to find him...!

Mettaton ducks under the covers a little, pulling them up to his nose. Usually he's not this embarrassed--or embarrassed at all--but this was really awkward for him! He's usually...not this weak.

Within a few seconds, he realizes how ridiculous he's being, and pushes the covers back down. Clearing his throat, he elects to act completely natural.

"Yes! Here I am, were you trying to get ahold of me?"

Mettaton already knows the answer is probably yes, he just hadn't thought to check his MID after coming around.

"Yeah, I tried contacting you but you didn't answer! What happened? Are you okay?!"

This was probably a little too much loudness and concern for someone who was clearly trying to rest. Asriel moves from the Medbay entrance over to Mettaton's bed.

When Asriel approaches, he might catch sight of the fresh bandages on Mettaton's neck, wrapped completely around and slightly darkened with what could only be blood. The ex-robot sits up, looking apologetic, and perhaps a little more worn than usual.

"I'm alright, I promise!! I just...ran into an acquaintance who needed some help and I ended up with a small case of anemia. I think that's what it's called, right?"

Mettaton was probably not assuaging Asriel's fears, was he?

"I don't know what that is..."

It doesn't sound good. And there's bandages and blood around Mettaton's neck.

"Did you get attacked?"

"Well, the long and short of it is that someone bit me and drained a large quantity of my blood."

Yeah, that's normal. Mettaton's quick to downplay it though.

"He was kind enough to drop me off at the Medbay though!! I don't hold it against him, he's just following the compulsion brought upon by changing species. It's no different from me being hungry!!"

Mettaton puts on a forced smile for a few seconds. That's believable right?"

I'm sorry to have worried you though! I was sleeping it off, so to speak. So I didn't know you had messaged me, sweetie."

It wasn't uncommon for Asriel to end up in the garden. He'd mostly gotten used to his own human body by now, though he isn't overly fond of it. His attempts to go find out what happened with his original body meant leaving the Moira, and he usually chickened out before he could investigate.

He'd... just have to get used to being human for a while, right? Frisk could do it...

The crouched and shaking figure isn't something that Asriel expected to see when he decided to pay a visit to some of the flowers he used to take care of as a gardener. He's a little wary about approaching Mettaton, but worry sets in as he draws close.

A hand will reach out for Mettaton's shoulder.

"Mettaton...? Are you okay?"

With his hands pressed so firmly over his ears, Mettaton doesn't hear Asriel speaking, but he flinches visibly when the young boy's fingers touch his shoulder, his head raising so quick that his hair is displaced from the usual style, revealing two wide, fearful eyes--one pink, one white. Without knowing any better, one would think he'd seen a ghost.

"W-what?!" he says breathlessly, his voice strained in the effort to stay quiet. It's too loud, he can't think...!

Even the fact that Asriel's in front of him doesn't calm him down, though it usually would. He's scarcely regulating his breathing, he's so anxious.

Fi has had nothing bigger than scraps and bruises. Though... That might not have been the cause if the people aboard the Moira weren't quite so helpful. She's not entirely sure what she would have done if she had been left stranded in the middle of the road in a place that had only recently had a major business shut down.

It seems she's taking the quiet time to sort through what has happened and to figure out a plan of action. These were familiar tasks, these she had faith in... This body, on the other hand, was already proving to be much more difficult to deal with than she might have originally thought. Fi doesn't look like herself; dark blue hair cut sure in an omega bob, with bangs over one eye already a marked difference from her normal appearance. Put that together with the pale sink, yellow eyes (actual eyes!) and the blue tunic dress she was wearing, she barely looks like herself at first glance.

So when she hears a familiar voice, she turns to look and sees-

"Mettaton."

Her voice is different too, without the strange echoing that defined her normal speech. But her lack of expression remains more or less intact and-

"... Are you all right?"

As far as Mettaton had been concerned, he didn't know who this was, but...then they called him out by name, causing him some uncertainty.

...Well, maybe they just knew him because he was so loud! That had to be the reason, right?

Maybe he does know her though. The style was mildly familiar, and the tone, while slightly different, still carried a tone he felt he should know.

"Me? Oh yes, I'm fine!!" he says airily, waving a dismissive hand. "I simply need to rest for a little while!"

He couldn't be more transparently dishonest if he tried, that was for certain. But it's not because he sounds like he's lying, oh no. It's because he looks tired and is covered in various bandages, some of which had faint reddish coloration.

Suddenly, something seems to click, and Mettaton tilts his head, regarding the woman.

"...Fi?"

"Correct," comes the simple reply and, with it, a faintly happy expression. It has been a harrowing day for her so far, after all. It is nice to encounter someone who does recognise her even if it took the other a moment or two.

"It would appear we are both having difficulties adjusting to these bodies," she says as she gently lifts the pair of heat pads that the doctor had given her for her legs. She'd had to remove her tights (a strange sight to her) but the blue splotches that covered her knees was testament to her unfortunate first meeting with gravity. It was uncomfortable(?) but she seemed to be taking things in stride.

At least dealing with injuries was easier than actually walking at the moment.

"Is rest adequate to help in your recovery?"

Maybe it's best that the person who recognises him is one that's not entirely certain of what a normal human should look like. The best she can manage is the thought that the amount of bandages on him indicates either a large quantity of small wounds or a few serious injuries. Either way, they are worth being concerned over.

"Indeed. It's strange to be fragile like this."

Not that he wasn't fragile in his own way, but he's a little less so than most monsters, being that he's made of metal...and also being that he couldn't technically die anymore, since he wasn't entirely corporeal.

Well. Now he could, since he was human. But he assumes it's temporary. He...sort of hopes it is. Having flesh and bones was a novel concept, but it made him miss his old form just a bit.

He frowns as Fi lifts the heating pads, revealing her bruised knees.

"Oh sweetheart! Your poor knees, how did that happen?!

Ah, and don't worry about me! I've lost some blood, but I'll be fine with rest, the doctors assured me of such!"

Asriel places his hands up in the air almost immediately, startled by the response.

"Mettaton, it's okay! It's just me!"

He's never seen Mettaton look like that, and Asriel's never heard him so... quiet?

She puts the heat pads back on her legs and breathes a small sigh of relief at the soothing feeling they impart. The aches and pains didn't really hit her until she had returned to the Med Bay. But she turns her attention back to Mettaton quickly.

"... Perhaps you would be the best person to ask but..." She purses her lips and seems a little flustered because everyone made it seem so easy, yet-- "What was it like when you first began to walk? As you can see, I have been met with a rather difficult learning curve."

But Mettaton's explanation of what happened to him is met with a nod. If the doctors had assured him that rest alone was enough then Fi sees no reason to press further. The most important fact is that the other temporary human would be all right. Now if only her expression didn't seem like she was still concerned about him.

"Don't!" he says harshly, knowing he's unreasonable but still not caring. "Just stop--stop talking...!"

Mettaton's fingers curl even tighter over his ears, his nails digging into the skin. The brief prick of pain brings a scant moment of clarity, and his features soften slightly.

"I...hnn. Asriel, I'm sorry, I can't--something is wrong, I don't know..." he says, his panic not yet subsiding. He's still struggling to catch his breath between words, but there's a little more effort in it. He's really trying to overcome his irrational fear.

Asriel does as he's told, and even as the urge to ask what's wrong is right there on the tip of his tongue, he watches Mettaton break down in helpless silence. He can't do anything to help him here either. It's tempting to assume the worst - that maybe Mettaton did go out into the colony and... and...

No, that wasn't it. Right? Mettaton already knew the colony was a terrible place.

Asriel reaches forward, gently placing his hands on top of Mettaton's as he tries to get him to stop clawing at himself. He shakes his head no. Please don't do that.

Silence is such a welcome balm, and the comfort of a friend even more so. When Asriel's fingers settle over his own, Mettaton ceases to be so...violent. Or at least, he eases up. There's no punctures, just red indentations where his nails had dug into skin.

It's...not like him to look this upset for no reason. He wishes to apologize again, but instead, he just sits there, his eyes closing. He needs to calm down...he needs to take this slow.

With time, he is able to calm his breathing and come down from that uncomfortable spike of anxiety. It's only after a few minutes that he speaks again, perhaps even more quietly than before.

"Sorry...so sorry..."

"Walking, hmm? It certainly takes some getting used to!"

That's a simple way of putting it, not that he means to make fun of her. But if he's being honest, he took to walking quite easily! Maybe being on a constant teeter due to his default form made it easier for him to balance once he was blessed with his beautiful legs!

He does have to admit though, the heels hurt a bit now that he's human. It's nice to be able to take them off and give his feet a good rubbing. Also though, toes?!?! How about those things?!

"If you would like, I can help you get used to walking! After all, I don't think I've ever seen you do anything but float!"

Yes. Comment on Fi, that way he doesn't have to put too much thought to her concerned look. Please. Do not be concerned, it makes Mettaton feel stupid.

She nods again. Based on observations-

"It seems that my legs are unaccustomed to bearing any sort of weight and balancing in this form is a little different from my usual methods," she rationalises. The simple explanation doesn't seem to offend her. She is inclined to agree with him after all; everyone made walking seem like second nature. Which it... probably was. For them. How frustrating.

"Though I do not quite understand how everyone makes it appear so easy. To hear that you took to it quickly is a little... Disheartening? My throat feels dry though there is nothing physically wrong," and despite her usual rational method of speech, her sentences are sounding a little choked up.

If Mettaton desired a distraction, then Fi was unintentionally providing one.

Oh.

Oh no. Did he upset her with that. For goodness' sake!!

Mettaton pushes himself into a sitting position, slowly attempting to swing his legs over the side of the bed. To hell with resting. Fi needed some tutelage, and quite possibly some comforting.

"It's not that I took to it easy because I'm naturally talented! Certainly, that is the scenario I would like everyone to believe, but the truth is...that it is much easier to balance on two feet than it is to balance on one wheel!! If it makes you feel better, I have had my moments!!

Alphys has had to calibrate my sensors and parts, which has led to very unfabulous effects!! For example; could you imagine me falling onto my back and being entirely unable to get back up?!"

He's saying this to make Fi laugh, of course, and he is pretty sure that the information would never leave the room!!!

~~It better not.~~

Does she seem like the sort to spread gossip? What sort of sacred sword do you take her for?

There's a surprised little 'ah' when she notices her own response. Oh. She hadn't... Expected her own frustration(?) to take form like this. But as she listens to Mettaton's anecdotes, she finds herself smiling a little.

"I cannot imagine. You and others have a natural gait about them, even the ones who are comprised largely of machinery," she takes a moment - follows the advice Lucio gave her about calming down for a few seconds - then it hits her that- "... I'm smiling?"

Because what are emotions? Then it strikes her, because Miller had admitted to being afraid and she is still trying to understand what that meant. "Were you afraid? When you fell, and could not stand again? I have had a similar situation, even when I was a sword, but I did not have the capacity to feel fear at the time. I could only wait for my Master to retrieve me."

"It's... okay."

Asriel's words come out mumbled, hesistant about startling Mettaton all over again. It wasn't okay, but he doesn't know what he can do to help his friend. He's not going to make Mettaton tell him, not if it's something truly awful.

Asriel's mouth closes again, and he wraps his arms around Mettaton.

That was honestly the best thing Asriel could do for him right now. The warmth and comfort of such an action helps Mettaton relax, and he hugs the former boss monster back. Asriel won't have to ask what was upsetting; Mettaton couldn't help but tell him.

"I have never felt such intense fear over hearing," he says, still regulating his speech to the point where it's downright unnatural for him. "Everything was so loud, and I felt as if something terrible would happen if I didn't get away. Is this something that humans feel?"

Because if it was, he wants to be a robot again. This is not worth it.

"I don't... I don't know. I don't think so."

Asriel doesn't know enough about humans to say so or not, but he hasn't experienced anything like this. Not yet anyway. He keeps his voice low, quiet enough that he hopes it's not startling.

Asriel thinks about it, but the answer he comes up is probably not something Mettaton is going to want to hear.

"I don't know if it's because these aren't our original bodies."

These aren't our original bodies.

Mettaton lets out a breathless laugh. Asriel probably didn't mean to hit home a little too hard, but given the state that Mettaton is in, it's not just something he doesn't want to hear. It's something that hurts him.

He blinks, and a tear trickles down his cheek. Damn it, really? This is what he's going to be upset about?!

"I was happy about being alive, you know. Not just possessing a body I couldn't feel right in anymore, but actually alive. I thought I could be alright with it, even if...even if I can't trust most of humanity enough to really enjoy my dreams anymore.

Perhaps I am doing this to myself. What a twist, right? Haha..."

And the moment he sees - well, feels tears dampening the shoulder of his shirt, Asriel realizes his mistake and pulls away.

"Oh no, no I didn't mean it like that!" Whoops, that was probably louder than what Mettaton would've liked. Asriel tries to lower his voice to a hushed, but frantic whisper.

"I-I mean we don't really understand how we got these bodies are anything! They could've come from that shop o-or something like that! If you want to be a human for real, I mean we could probably find out how a-and maybe you just need some more time to get used to bein' alive and stuff!"

"I mean..." Asriel stops himself, letting out a sigh. He wishes he was better at this. He leans back in to resume the hug. "Golly, I'm not very good at this kind of stuff. I'm sorry Mettaton, I wish I was a lot better at making you feel better."

Mettaton flinches at Asriel's raised tone, but he doesn't pull away. He can't help but find it just a little cute--and maybe a little sad--that Asriel finds himself at a loss to help his friend.

"Darling...no, that was stupid of me to say. You do not have to worry about trying to fix me, there's nothing that can fix me in this way, and you are doing your best just by being a friend. I don't know why loud noises upset me so--after all, aren't I one of the loudest people you know?"

He's trying to make this better. He's trying so hard.

"Um...I do not believe I wish to stay human. After all that has been said and done, I just want to be myself. Not a human. Not a ghost. Just me. Mettaton. Maybe that should be enough; I really ought to keep my head out of the clouds at this point."

Chatting like this at least has him getting back to normal. He's even speaking at a reasonable volume at last.

Asriel's mouth twitches in a soft smile.

"The loudest. That's why you're so cool."

He's trying to make Mettaton feel better too.

"I want you to just be Mettaton too. I don't care if you're a human, ghost, or a robot neither. I don't know why loud noises are bothering you right now - maybe you're getting sick. Or maybe the ship is doing something weird again, like how I got turned into a baby and an adult."

Mettaton smiles. Asriel's doing a good job of making him feel better, honestly. He hugs the boy close to him.

"I am so grateful for your friendship. I know I must say that far too often, but it always bears repeating. Especially when you say such genuinely kind things to me."

Asriel probably doesn't realize how important it is to have someone say that they are happy to see him be himself. With the way things have been, and how uncomfortable Mettaton's been even in his robot body...it's nice to hear that he's still himself in some way.

"Aw gee, Mettaton... that's just what friends do."

Asriel's happy to have Mettaton as his friend too. It was hard, watching everyone start to leave one by one. He's sure it's hard for Mettaton too. That's even more reason for them to stick together now. His face ends up pressed against Mettaton as he pulls him close.

"I'm glad we are friends though. But... I just want you to know, that it doesn't matter to me what kind of body you end up with - human, robot, or whatever. I just hope it's one you're happy with."

...If he was only barely crying before, then Mettaton was definitely crying now. It wasn't adorable, it wasn't endearing, but god he can't stop himself. He didn't deserve this kind of acceptance when he didn't even know who he was or what his actual purpose was anymore.

Yet here Asriel was giving it to him. It didn't matter what sort of body he was in? Well, to Mettaton it was just a little deeper than that, but as far as being accepted for who he is, regardless of all else? That had been a difficult topic at times.

"Sometimes I wonder why I didn't put more stock in other monsters than I did in humans--my fellow monster are more accepting of each other. Humans cannot even accept themselves," he says quietly, clearly caught up in emotion.

After a little while, he sniffs and lets Asriel go, wiping his face. As he does, he realizes his hair is out of place and hastily covers his bad eye up again.

Asriel panics for a moment when there's more tears, and he quickly thinks about what he might've said that would've upset Mettaton further. But after a few seconds, it seems like Mettaton isn't crying because Asriel said something hurtful.

As Mettaton refers to him as a "fellow monster", there's an odd sort of happiness that rises up in Asriel. Though months had passed since he regained his old body, he never felt like he had the right to call himself a "monster". He ruined that for himself once his soul was shattered.

Being called a monster again... it gives him a little bit of hope that he'll always be able to stay that way.

Asriel smiles kindly and holds out his hand.

"Do you want to go someplace where you can get some more rest? I'll even protect you from any loud noises we come across!"

Which he isn't sure how, especially considering that there's much larger, much louder robots on their floor. But he'll figure out something.

Mettaton laughs softly, but reaches out and takes Asriel's hand. What a thought! Asriel is going to protect him from noises.

...It's comforting.

"Yes, please. Wherever you think is fine," he says, and there's an implicit trust there. He truly feels comfortable in Asriel's presence and right now, although he's starting to feel better, Mettaton also feels strangely fragile. He's not used to experiencing such unadulterated terror over the mundane.

Asriel beams proudly, giving Mettaton's hand a little tug. As for where they're going? Hm.

"I could take you back to your room. Or you could stay with us for a while! Me and Frisk will be real quiet so you can rest."

Asriel's pretty sure that Frisk will understand. And maybe his mom could even do something to help Mettaton when they get there.

Mettaton slowly gets to his feet, thinking over that offer with a small frown on his face.

"Your room..? Are you certain that your mother would be alright with that?"

He doesn't believe Toriel would be averse to his presence of course, but it wasn't terribly polite to have someone barge into your room uninvited by anyone but your son and crash, was it?

Mm...but he really could use the rest. Being terrified is apparently exhausting, and although he's not aware of just how much it shows, he can certainly feel it.

"Yeah! I'm sure she wouldn't mind!"

... Asriel really does have to do better at asking for permission before he starts doing stuff. To his credit, he will send a quick text to her once they get going.

Besides, whatever Mettaton is going through, it sounds like something a Mom would be able to solve better than he can.

"I mean, you're pretty much one of us now, so it's fine!"

By "one of us", Asriel doesn't really mean just another monster. There's just Mettaton and the rest of the Dreemurr family now.

Mettaton is immediately taken aback by those words. Asriel had said "one of us." Had he meant...was he including this mess of a robot in his family circle? That had to be it. They were all already monsters, even Frisk had the temperament of one.

His free hand rises to his chest; he feels as if his heart's going to burst free from it. It's such a strange but positive feeling, being accepted as part of someone's family. Him, the ghost who had abandoned his own cousin for his own selfish desires. He, who had attempted to murder a child to free only himself from the Underground.

He, who--as Kaworu had aptly put it--had surrounded himself with his fans and lapped up their praise in order to stave off the loneliness he had created for himself.

Without Napstablook on the Moira, he thought he'd had no family. And yet here Asriel said it so simply; he was part of a family now, wasn't he?

"One of you, huh?" he says quietly, smiling. "That's a privileged position for someone like me."

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