"Um. Yeah. Sure. That sounds amazing," Frisk says, not nearly as enthused as Papyrus. Unfortunately for them, they haven't gotten used to real NotTM month spookiness on Vaikuntha yet, so this was kind of lowkey-highkey super freaking them out.
And so the moginer begins his tale. Taking the albatross from around his neck and presenting it to his unwilling audience, he speaks in a low, mournful drone.
"This is a st'ry of how, through mine own owneth folly,Ii didst causeth the deaths of many, kupo.
"Years ago, ov'r a flote halcyon and frozen, an albatross did guide us home ev'ry journey. T'wast nearly w'rshipp'd by us, an eidolon in its owneth right, kupo.
"Yet, one fateful night, at which hour the fog hath drawn ov'r the ocean in a deathly drear, and I hadst gone a did bite too deep into the nut supplies and wast a wee did bite peckish, I didst spoteth the bird, kupo.
"In mine own arrogance and inebriation, I hath killed the albatross with mine own harpoon. Minutes aft'r, the first of us kicked the bucket of kupo nut ov'rdose.
"The rest hath followed in m're hours, kupo." The moginer is interrupted by the fog's parting and ice melting, revealing a rotting ship floating on calm sea. Ghostly moogles gamble on its deck as the ship draws nearer. "There! There do my crewmates gamble with mine own soul as retribution for my foolishness! I beg of thee, play with them and free me, kupo!"
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And so the moginer begins his tale. Taking the albatross from around his neck and presenting it to his unwilling audience, he speaks in a low, mournful drone.
"This is a st'ry of how, through mine own owneth folly,Ii didst causeth the deaths of many, kupo.
"Years ago, ov'r a flote halcyon and frozen, an albatross did guide us home ev'ry journey. T'wast nearly w'rshipp'd by us, an eidolon in its owneth right, kupo.
"Yet, one fateful night, at which hour the fog hath drawn ov'r the ocean in a deathly drear, and I hadst gone a did bite too deep into the nut supplies and wast a wee did bite peckish, I didst spoteth the bird, kupo.
"In mine own arrogance and inebriation, I hath killed the albatross with mine own harpoon. Minutes aft'r, the first of us kicked the bucket of kupo nut ov'rdose.
"The rest hath followed in m're hours, kupo." The moginer is interrupted by the fog's parting and ice melting, revealing a rotting ship floating on calm sea. Ghostly moogles gamble on its deck as the ship draws nearer. "There! There do my crewmates gamble with mine own soul as retribution for my foolishness! I beg of thee, play with them and free me, kupo!"