[Over the last five days, Frisk had remained aloof and distant to their siblings. But dismissive, but not interceding where they would not be wanted, simply coming home to reassure the two children of their safety through Frisk's presence. If anything of the incident that first day still bothered Frisk, they never showed it--they didn't show much of anything.]
[When they first wake on the sixth day, however, it hits them like a hammer to the chest. Memories of the last few days are very abruptly for more difficult to deal with, and for a moment they can't--breathe, they need to breathe. Shallow gasps for breath are all they can manage, even whimpers strangled off by the pressure constricting their throat, the light-headed feeling pushing them away from the world.]
[How...how could they have...?]
[They fall out of bed, stumble and scramble out in a frantic rush. Their vision is blurry, and they could swear that the air itself pushes them back--some part of their mind screams that Chara is gone, must be, they deserve to be abandoned just the way they left Chara behind afraid and in pain and--]
[Frisk's shoulder hits the wall adjacent to Chara's room as they collapse to the ground, wheezing quietly and curling in upon themself. Head bowed and trembling, they can't even bring themself to knock on the door.]
[They cannot afford to be waylaid by a flaw in someone else's source code, so to speak. People received powers and capabilities they did not ordinarily possess, and that was - natural, and fine, and normal, here. They've a law to break, a breach to plan.
Scratches. A first aid kit gone ignored, scabbed skin clinging to to forearms and the backs of wrists.
A thump and drag of flailing limbs just outside, and the temptation to leave it is inescapable. They've done enough, have they not, have they not? They've a plan to focus upon. Tomorrow. It will be adequate, tomorrow.
The noises continue.
The scratches continue.
Head bent over. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Asriel is around, surely. The pair of them can be desperate for the perfect hugs and perfect fixes and perfect attention they crave.
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[When they first wake on the sixth day, however, it hits them like a hammer to the chest. Memories of the last few days are very abruptly for more difficult to deal with, and for a moment they can't--breathe, they need to breathe. Shallow gasps for breath are all they can manage, even whimpers strangled off by the pressure constricting their throat, the light-headed feeling pushing them away from the world.]
[How...how could they have...?]
[They fall out of bed, stumble and scramble out in a frantic rush. Their vision is blurry, and they could swear that the air itself pushes them back--some part of their mind screams that Chara is gone, must be, they deserve to be abandoned just the way they left Chara behind afraid and in pain and--]
[Frisk's shoulder hits the wall adjacent to Chara's room as they collapse to the ground, wheezing quietly and curling in upon themself. Head bowed and trembling, they can't even bring themself to knock on the door.]
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Scratches. A first aid kit gone ignored, scabbed skin clinging to to forearms and the backs of wrists.
A thump and drag of flailing limbs just outside, and the temptation to leave it is inescapable. They've done enough, have they not, have they not? They've a plan to focus upon. Tomorrow. It will be adequate, tomorrow.
The noises continue.
The scratches continue.
Head bent over. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Asriel is around, surely. The pair of them can be desperate for the perfect hugs and perfect fixes and perfect attention they crave.
They have a plan to formulate. This is axiom.]