They're close enough to the stairs that their voice carries, all the way to Papyrus. He looks up from the drawing he was working on, peering out from the blanket he'd dragged off the bed to keep warm in the mist. Surely he's just imagining...
No. They scream again. Frisk is screaming. Eyesockets flare orange with panic as he rushes to the stairs, down them two at a time, almost tripping over a lump at the foot of the stairs. He manages to stop, and then he manages to see that Frisk is screaming over a body.
"Frisk? Are you okay?"
No, they obviously aren't, and it has something to do with... Chara? He feels something icy grip his soul, but Frisk keeps crying and Chara looks like they're hurt, hurt bad, and they deserve it but no one ever deserves to be hurt-
He falls to his knees, green healing magic gathering in his hands already. If there's one thing he's always been able to trust, it's that Frisk is good and makes friends with good people. Chara must have a chance to be good too.
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Date: 2016-10-16 06:01 pm (UTC)No. They scream again. Frisk is screaming. Eyesockets flare orange with panic as he rushes to the stairs, down them two at a time, almost tripping over a lump at the foot of the stairs. He manages to stop, and then he manages to see that Frisk is screaming over a body.
"Frisk? Are you okay?"
No, they obviously aren't, and it has something to do with... Chara? He feels something icy grip his soul, but Frisk keeps crying and Chara looks like they're hurt, hurt bad, and they deserve it but no one ever deserves to be hurt-
He falls to his knees, green healing magic gathering in his hands already. If there's one thing he's always been able to trust, it's that Frisk is good and makes friends with good people. Chara must have a chance to be good too.