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original: https://soundcloud.com/mrepicishere777/lets-make-this-nesquick

Sudden Changes - Bullet Hell Renamed V3

original music By farahhhhh
thumbnail sprite By use360

SPMY phase 2 theme (cover)

[Chapter 1]: A Duty's a duty (Benlab Crimson)
Credits:
UNDERTALE: THE FINAL RUN by pepsicat and TEAM !FR :
Game page: gamejolt.com/games/Finalrun/493226
Our Discord server: discord.gg/x4xVcY35YZ
music by Benlab Crimson
(disclaimer: You are not allowed to use any part of the official OST of UNDERTALE: THE FINAL RUN. the result will come quick, be warned.)

[Chapter 1]: A Duty's a duty (Benlab Crimson)

original cover by plawerian: https://youtu.be/vzy18ftQ66E?si=E_pyrS1wnbmrn_2U

humerus iii by benyic03

[UNDERSWAP: Distrist] Humerus III (cover)

Links:
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCX_qCJB1ak8WY8QVQxpDSyw
Youtube version:https://youtu.be/jIHyYcltTJk

Credits:
Original MEGALOLAZING by Joandr861

Storyspin - Megalolazing [Re-Abrasted] [Birthday special]

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Music Video : https://youtu.be/mP6bBJcqZG4

Rolling, peak‑time techno engineered for the warehouse.
Dark, driving techno with industrial grit and acid ghosts.
A hypnotic techno descent—warehouse rave energy, cinematic rise.

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The Story  ᓚᘏᗢ  ➜
Hypha Crown Pilgrim

The door appeared where the salt‑blue plain met the thought of a horizon. It had no hinges and no handle—only a seam of rain‑smelling dusk that traced a tall, thin ellipse in the air, as if the world had remembered an opening and then drawn it by reflex. Under the crust of the plain, pale threads stirred. They quivered like sleepers waking from long, accurate dreams.

Saephra stood before the seam, studying the faint letters gathering along its edge. Letters wasn’t the right word. The markings looked like frost, moved like ideas, and each carried a taste—copper, cedar, old stars. Saephra read them without eyes; the gill‑veils at their throat tensed and released, sifting the air for sense the way oysters tease salt from tide.

Saephra’s body shifted with the wind. Bones of smoked glass, flexible and resonant. Skin thin and living, patterned like a leaf—networks of capillaries that were not blood but hyphae, carrying light where blood might have carried warmth. Their hair wasn’t hair so much as a down of dormant filaments, pearl‑grey now, yet to bloom into the arcs and tassels that would name them Pilgrim. Above Saephra floated a halo the size of a tea saucer, a ring of dew held together by tension and will. It was a seed, coaxed from the Root Cathedral and entrusted to no one and nothing—until it had chosen Saephra with a voice like gentle thunder and a soft, inexorable tug toward this seam.

A wind came across the plain; it lifted grains of salt and secreted them back into the ground. The seam inhaled. Lichen script bloomed brighter, and in that instant the door became a door by ceasing to be a question. Saephra stepped forward. The seam opened, becoming a corridor lined with lamps that grew by themselves—a procession of mushroom caps as thin as coins, each one lit from within. Their gills were a cartographer’s daydream, filigreed and tight; when Saephra moved, the lamps’ light split into orderly, LSD‑clean bands, and the air arranged the colors into columns like a filing system for rainbows.

Saephra bowed to the lamps. Not a learned bow, but the courtesy that happens when a breath regards another breath. The corridor exhaled in answer, and Saephra felt the ground begin to change beneath their feet—if feet were the word for the yes‑shaped pads that loosened when they needed grip and rolled into glides when the road called for speed. The floor became threads. Threads became a road. Through the weave of hyphae Saephra could see a second sky, slowly turning under all other things, wheels within wheels: a patient star‑machine.

In the thread‑road’s gleam, the dew seed above Saephra’s crown shivered. It would be a crown if it learned Saephra’s path well enough to answer it. Pilgrim was not a title given; it was a shape the world would admit only when worn by someone already walking like a pledge.

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Hypha Crown Pilgrim | Trippy Video on YouTUbe

PONEYLEKTRO

Original by Soufon and Shad: https://soundcloud.com/soufon2/hot-garbage-v2-ft-shad-again
Enjoy! >:]

HOT GARBAGE (Seb's Take)

Hardtale hyperventalting| Phase 2 - The complexity increases [by hant147]

*It seems that your being followed, but from where do they watch?

[UNDERTALE: TRUE MONSTERS] sins.

Official page of UT:TFR'S Ost
musicians:
Prit Xus Zone
Pepsicat
Hant147
Fade
Snowy
Benlab Crimson

[Chapter 1]: A Duty's a duty (Benlab Crimson)

Undertale: The Final Run [Ost]