It's done. Mostly. There's still a few scraps of flesh clinging, but that's enough. Chara slowly gets up, a tidal wave of dust cascading off them.
They move out of range of the other two. This time when their Frisk squeezes their shoulder, it's more a reminder than out of concern. They shake their skull.
"You did," they say bluntly. Ugh, they're in his debt now, him and other-Frisk. "Is everyone changing?" they ask of them both.
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Date: 2016-11-22 08:30 pm (UTC)They move out of range of the other two. This time when their Frisk squeezes their shoulder, it's more a reminder than out of concern. They shake their skull.
"You did," they say bluntly. Ugh, they're in his debt now, him and other-Frisk. "Is everyone changing?" they ask of them both.