Or rather, the paper kid, 'cause they never actually learned his name.
Good thing they're not bothering with actual tombstones, they guess. And that they didn't go to the effort to clean themselves up. This kid's been stabbed more. A lot more. Enough that they can't just--carry him on their back like Chara.
He takes a lot more work to move, too. Namely finding a thick blanket to sort of wrap him in (like a mummy's wrapping) to make sure all his guts don't fall out onto the floor, and they sort of half-carry, mostly-drag him to the gardens. Not right next to Chara-and-Frisk but not too far. They're going to have their own little kid graveyard here, aren't they?
They should be feeling more by now, maybe. But they're not. That Frisk doesn't really know this kid at all probably isn't helping.
Anyway.
They wipe their bloody hands on their shirt and pick up the shovel.
Time to dig. Again.
(Although this time, they might not get so mad at anyone who finds them at it.)
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Burial Number Two
Date: 2016-11-26 08:43 pm (UTC)Or rather, the paper kid, 'cause they never actually learned his name.
Good thing they're not bothering with actual tombstones, they guess. And that they didn't go to the effort to clean themselves up. This kid's been stabbed more. A lot more. Enough that they can't just--carry him on their back like Chara.
He takes a lot more work to move, too. Namely finding a thick blanket to sort of wrap him in (like a mummy's wrapping) to make sure all his guts don't fall out onto the floor, and they sort of half-carry, mostly-drag him to the gardens. Not right next to Chara-and-Frisk but not too far. They're going to have their own little kid graveyard here, aren't they?
They should be feeling more by now, maybe. But they're not. That Frisk doesn't really know this kid at all probably isn't helping.
Anyway.
They wipe their bloody hands on their shirt and pick up the shovel.
Time to dig. Again.
(Although this time, they might not get so mad at anyone who finds them at it.)