[Here's the thing about poorly-lit hallways: It makes it hard to see where you're stepping.
Which sucks if there's something on the ground that one might trip over, particularly so if that thing is also covered in hardened, rusty metal. Which is exactly the case for the thing Asriel just tripped over.]
OOF!
[The voice that comes from the floor is loud and deep - the voice of a man many times Asriel's size. Of course, upon closer inspection, such a man isn't actually there. Instead, Asriel had only tripped over the severed head of such a man.
For the record, it sucks to be the thing tripped over at least as much as it does to be tripped.]
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Which sucks if there's something on the ground that one might trip over, particularly so if that thing is also covered in hardened, rusty metal. Which is exactly the case for the thing Asriel just tripped over.]
OOF!
[The voice that comes from the floor is loud and deep - the voice of a man many times Asriel's size. Of course, upon closer inspection, such a man isn't actually there. Instead, Asriel had only tripped over the severed head of such a man.
For the record, it sucks to be the thing tripped over at least as much as it does to be tripped.]