[Chara's not stupid enough to move either occupied hand to indicate it, but they tilt their head backwards and to the side with a smile, exposing the scar there. It's a somewhat wasted movement, since they're behind other-Chara and therefore out of sight, but it's the thought that counts, right? They give a particularly hard yank in the dragging as emphasis.]
[They don't know they were good as dead anyway, given they checked out halfway down.
Suddenly, there's a third set of screaming. It takes them a moment to recognize it as a third set, and not their Frisk somehow getting louder. They twist to look down the approaching stairs at the approaching human, the knife slipping a little across skin. They recognize them. This doesn't concern them at all. They should not interfere.]
[It's shouted down at them, and instantly regretted. There's a feeling like something hot bursting or snapping in their throat, and they start coughing horribly, bowing in on themself but refusing to let go of either the shaking knife or their grip on the collar. Blood in their mouth. Their Frisk's relief at help arriving rapidly freezes to horror.]
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Date: 2016-11-28 02:10 am (UTC)T̴h̷e̷ stairs s̷̥͒l̵̜̂a̴͑͜s̸̱̔h̴̻̃e̸̡͌d̴͓͆ ̶̌ͅm̸͇̌ý̶̩ ̵͔͛t̶͎́h̵̘̆r̷̹͌o̴̯͆ä̴͔́t̵̀ͅ,̵͙͠ d̵i̷d̴ ̸t̵h̵e̵y̶?̴
[They don't know they were good as dead anyway, given they checked out halfway down.
Suddenly, there's a third set of screaming. It takes them a moment to recognize it as a third set, and not their Frisk somehow getting louder. They twist to look down the approaching stairs at the approaching human, the knife slipping a little across skin. They recognize them. This doesn't concern them at all. They should not interfere.]
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[It's shouted down at them, and instantly regretted. There's a feeling like something hot bursting or snapping in their throat, and they start coughing horribly, bowing in on themself but refusing to let go of either the shaking knife or their grip on the collar. Blood in their mouth. Their Frisk's relief at help arriving rapidly freezes to horror.]