*Smells familiar.
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castle_perrault[warning for child death, gore, general trauma]
Chara's dead. Chara-and-Frisk.
Slice across the throat. Just the one. Still bad. It makes their own hurt like their scar's peeling open.
But they've got a job to do now, because--Frisk just can't leave them there. To rot. For other people to find.
So they don't.
Takes a lot of work, figuring out how to move their body. Dragging's horrible, even when they thought about using a blanket or something. Carrying them fails, because they're literal dead weight, even if they're pretty scrawny.
In the end, they manage to shift them around until they've got the corpse on their back. The most disgusting and macabre piggyback ride, and Frisk needs to keep being hunched over uncomfortably for it to work, but. It does.
It also leaves them completely covered in blood, especially the half where Chara's head ends up lolling, sending rivulets of red down that side and makes a trail all the way from the bottom of the stairs to the garden. Frisk's not really aware of that. Frisk's not really aware of anything except the steps they need to take.
Bring the body outside, to the garden. Not far from where their body and the first Chara's were buried, actually, though a little more concealed behind a stand of trees. Go get a shovel. Dig.
They won't be able to dig as deep as six feet alone, and they can't build a coffin. Doesn't matter. Frisk just needs to make it big enough for them to fit under the dirt.
Chara-and-Frisk will be back soon enough.
Addendum: one more body, one more burial.
Chara's dead. Chara-and-Frisk.
Slice across the throat. Just the one. Still bad. It makes their own hurt like their scar's peeling open.
But they've got a job to do now, because--Frisk just can't leave them there. To rot. For other people to find.
So they don't.
Takes a lot of work, figuring out how to move their body. Dragging's horrible, even when they thought about using a blanket or something. Carrying them fails, because they're literal dead weight, even if they're pretty scrawny.
In the end, they manage to shift them around until they've got the corpse on their back. The most disgusting and macabre piggyback ride, and Frisk needs to keep being hunched over uncomfortably for it to work, but. It does.
It also leaves them completely covered in blood, especially the half where Chara's head ends up lolling, sending rivulets of red down that side and makes a trail all the way from the bottom of the stairs to the garden. Frisk's not really aware of that. Frisk's not really aware of anything except the steps they need to take.
Bring the body outside, to the garden. Not far from where their body and the first Chara's were buried, actually, though a little more concealed behind a stand of trees. Go get a shovel. Dig.
They won't be able to dig as deep as six feet alone, and they can't build a coffin. Doesn't matter. Frisk just needs to make it big enough for them to fit under the dirt.
Chara-and-Frisk will be back soon enough.
Addendum: one more body, one more burial.
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Date: 2017-01-28 06:57 pm (UTC)"Frisk, h-hey, it's okay..." It's not, not at all. It should be okay, but it doesn't feel that way at all. He kneels down to their level and reaches out to rest a shaking hand on their shoulder. "You told me. That's what matters. And...and this is good news, right? They'll be okay." Physically, at least. He can't imagine that anyone who's actually...died...will be otherwise okay for a while.
He'll have to keep an eye out for Kubo. And whoever else is buried in that other grave.
"Leaving anybody to...to rot is a really bad thing to do. So this is a good thing you're doing, Frisk. It's okay."
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Date: 2017-02-01 06:36 pm (UTC)"...good news. Yeah. It is. 'M still sorry. Didn't...notice, even though you were all...you were really...really...sad. Mad. 'Pset."
He's still upset, though they're able to understand it better now. Their shoulder twitches, and their voice steadies. "...let's get this done. And then clean us up. 'Kay?" Frisk's not good at being a kid, but that's okay, that's good. They don't want to be a kid right now.