Would it help to know this human once managed to murder all monsters? No, probably not.
Running fast. There's an angry sound behind them. Running faster. Wow, that's familiar. At this moment, the movie would be starting - 'you're probably wondering how I go into this situation'. Usually they're good with animals.
*I think... it was probably the shoe-throwing that did it.
Sardonicism doesn't suit you, Frisk.
Chara opens the first door on the staircase they find, rushing through it; there's a lock on it, but they have no key and no time to attempt messing around with it. There's doors lining the hallway they find themself in, windows on the other side, but they don't want to risk being trapped again if the not-monster's nose is as sensitive as it's canine shape suggests.
They spend a little of their headstart standing on their tiptoes and carefully easing one of the flaming wall-torches out of it's sconce, gripping it in their off-hand and ignoring the way the heat from the flame makes their burns throb. They feel a little better with two weapons, now.
Time to make things just a little harder for their opponent, too. But they're still sequentially checking doors for items usable as traps when they hear the clack of claws behind them and turn, bracing themself.
No more prep time, apparently. They're keeping away from the windows, in case the dog can make lightning twist under and through them.
making stuff up about castle interior hope it's okay
Running fast. There's an angry sound behind them. Running faster. Wow, that's familiar. At this moment, the movie would be starting - 'you're probably wondering how I go into this situation'. Usually they're good with animals.
*I think... it was probably the shoe-throwing that did it.
Sardonicism doesn't suit you, Frisk.
Chara opens the first door on the staircase they find, rushing through it; there's a lock on it, but they have no key and no time to attempt messing around with it. There's doors lining the hallway they find themself in, windows on the other side, but they don't want to risk being trapped again if the not-monster's nose is as sensitive as it's canine shape suggests.
They spend a little of their headstart standing on their tiptoes and carefully easing one of the flaming wall-torches out of it's sconce, gripping it in their off-hand and ignoring the way the heat from the flame makes their burns throb. They feel a little better with two weapons, now.
Time to make things just a little harder for their opponent, too. But they're still sequentially checking doors for items usable as traps when they hear the clack of claws behind them and turn, bracing themself.
No more prep time, apparently. They're keeping away from the windows, in case the dog can make lightning twist under and through them.