So Chara is not having a good time. There's an irony in there somewhere, but there's too much pain to go chase after it because...
Bits of them are coming off. Skin and muscle sagging on their frame like it's melting, blood seeping out where it tears and falls and turns into dust. The same dust that they turn and vomit over the side of their bed. This is fine. They deserve this. It's only fair.
There's cold, phantom hands on their forehead, and a low worried murmuring, and a blue and purple blur in front of them. At Frisk's insistent urging to get up (to get help, Frisk says, but that doesn't really register) they haul themselves out of bed by falling onto the floor, getting even more covered in dust, before shambling towards the door and stumbling out into the hallways. They don't know where they're going or what they're looking for, only they're determined to get there, and a ghostly tail curls around them in an attempt to comfort them as Frisk desperately guides Chara in the hopes of finding something that can do anything for them.
It's like this that the two come across the other Frisk; Chara, blood and dust stained, clothes hanging on them oddly in places, their entire right hand and left side of their face exposing shiny white bone and currently blind due to a minor problem of melting eyes. Another Frisk, transparent, floating and with a ghostly tail instead of legs rapidly turning silent and invisible upon noticing the other.
The silence causes Chara's shuffling to stop, and they paw the air a little before leaning on the wall and hacking up more dust. They turn their head back and forth, listening hard.
"Frisk?"
It's not said with their usual controlled poise. Their voice sounds rasping, lost, a little scared and fever-blitzed.
cw gore and body horror sorry
Bits of them are coming off. Skin and muscle sagging on their frame like it's melting, blood seeping out where it tears and falls and turns into dust. The same dust that they turn and vomit over the side of their bed. This is fine. They deserve this. It's only fair.
There's cold, phantom hands on their forehead, and a low worried murmuring, and a blue and purple blur in front of them. At Frisk's insistent urging to get up (to get help, Frisk says, but that doesn't really register) they haul themselves out of bed by falling onto the floor, getting even more covered in dust, before shambling towards the door and stumbling out into the hallways. They don't know where they're going or what they're looking for, only they're determined to get there, and a ghostly tail curls around them in an attempt to comfort them as Frisk desperately guides Chara in the hopes of finding something that can do anything for them.
It's like this that the two come across the other Frisk; Chara, blood and dust stained, clothes hanging on them oddly in places, their entire right hand and left side of their face exposing shiny white bone and currently blind due to a minor problem of melting eyes. Another Frisk, transparent, floating and with a ghostly tail instead of legs rapidly turning silent and invisible upon noticing the other.
The silence causes Chara's shuffling to stop, and they paw the air a little before leaning on the wall and hacking up more dust. They turn their head back and forth, listening hard.
"Frisk?"
It's not said with their usual controlled poise. Their voice sounds rasping, lost, a little scared and fever-blitzed.