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If anyone here has never heard of the game Off, you're missing out on something that is equally intriguing and grotesque and I highly recommend at least watching a let's play of it!

Anywho! This is my half of a quick trade with who asked I draw one of the Elsen from zone 2 or 3. And so I grabbed this guy from zone two. I always thought that one quote was interesting ehehe.
All the Elsen are interesting actually.

I hope you like it! And thank you very much for your half

Their half of the trade can be found here --> Eve Eve   Frisk shouldn't have been staying so late. It was the twenty- third, and she should have been at home, helping Toriel set up the tree, or wrapping presents with Papyrus. For whatever reason, she was still at Grillby's. Either there were way more dishes than she remembered, or she was getting more distracted than usual, because man.... it really was slow going.
  She couldn't help but give a sigh of relief once the last dish was dried and stacked. It felt like she was taking off another layer of skin when she peeled off her gloves, and she wiggled her fingers experimentally. Somehow, they'd still gotten pruny.
     Taking a deep breath, the human rolled her shoulders and tilted her head as she let the wet gloves slap the countertop. It was very silent. Grillby must have left before her again. She honestly didn't blame him. Clicking her tongue and snatching her coat off the hook in the back, Frisk started w

Description
If anyone here has never heard of the game Off, you're missing out on something that is equally intriguing and grotesque and I highly recommend at least watching a let's play of it!

Anywho! This is my half of a quick trade with who asked I draw one of the Elsen from zone 2 or 3. And so I grabbed this guy from zone two. I always thought that one quote was interesting ehehe.
All the Elsen are interesting actually.

I hope you like it! And thank you very much for your half

Their half of the trade can be found here --> Eve Eve   Frisk shouldn't have been staying so late. It was the twenty- third, and she should have been at home, helping Toriel set up the tree, or wrapping presents with Papyrus. For whatever reason, she was still at Grillby's. Either there were way more dishes than she remembered, or she was getting more distracted than usual, because man.... it really was slow going.
  She couldn't help but give a sigh of relief once the last dish was dried and stacked. It felt like she was taking off another layer of skin when she peeled off her gloves, and she wiggled her fingers experimentally. Somehow, they'd still gotten pruny.
     Taking a deep breath, the human rolled her shoulders and tilted her head as she let the wet gloves slap the countertop. It was very silent. Grillby must have left before her again. She honestly didn't blame him. Clicking her tongue and snatching her coat off the hook in the back, Frisk started w