Static and noise and white hands and blackness seeping into their mouth, their nose- becomes hard, angular stone and they're falling, they can't control themself-
Frisk rams into Chara's portion of their shared mind, hard. This doesn't help the disorientation.
*Move, Chara, sorry!
It's Spark's rumble that snaps them back, of all things. There's still a threat. They move, somewhat on autopilot, two, three steps, the stake gripped like a dagger. The actual dagger feels like it burns in their boot, the electricity having heated it to blistering levels. Their belt-buckle's done a similar thing. They take advantage of the brief gap in combat to rip the weapon out as well, hiss-snarling as it separates from cloth and flesh, and looking down at their opponent.
It's not a monster. And it's somehow still standing despite being impaled. What is it?
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Date: 2016-12-14 10:03 am (UTC)Static and noise and white hands and blackness seeping into their mouth, their nose- becomes hard, angular stone and they're falling, they can't control themself-
Frisk rams into Chara's portion of their shared mind, hard. This doesn't help the disorientation.
*Move, Chara, sorry!
It's Spark's rumble that snaps them back, of all things. There's still a threat. They move, somewhat on autopilot, two, three steps, the stake gripped like a dagger. The actual dagger feels like it burns in their boot, the electricity having heated it to blistering levels. Their belt-buckle's done a similar thing. They take advantage of the brief gap in combat to rip the weapon out as well, hiss-snarling as it separates from cloth and flesh, and looking down at their opponent.
It's not a monster. And it's somehow still standing despite being impaled. What is it?
*It... seems familiar?