[There's a sick coiling in their gut, a feeling of dread that washes over them, leaves a phantom feeling of grit on their hands and legs. Silence, silence that lasts forever, that howls in their ears--]
[Frisk swallows hard, pushing the memories away. It doesn't have to end like that here. They have to believe that.]
...mm.
[They pull their hand back, watching the specks of light fall off the edge of the Knife. They never really understood how Chara did that, how their will was so strong as to forge the best items out of something so simple.]
no subject
[Frisk swallows hard, pushing the memories away. It doesn't have to end like that here. They have to believe that.]
...mm.
[They pull their hand back, watching the specks of light fall off the edge of the Knife. They never really understood how Chara did that, how their will was so strong as to forge the best items out of something so simple.]
Please be careful.