Their eyes snap open at the thud, and they're mildly disoriented at the fact they're still on the bed, albeit with an arm hanging off the side. Frisk's fallen out of bed once or twice over the past months, but never Chara.
Slowly, the empty space next to them filters in.
They knock a pillow to the floor with how fast they shoot up. "Chara?" Their voice is frantic, and they realize it and forcefully tone it down as they toss the quilt off and swing their legs around. "Chara? Did you fa--?"
Frisk looks over, and they're struck silent.
That's not Chara.
Except no, that's dumb. That's Chara. That's their Chara, and of course they changed back. Frisk was kind of expecting it. And it's been a month, right? It must've been. They'd just lost track of time.
They want to move and their body's full of lead.
"...Chara?" they repeat, even more quiet. "Are you..."
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Date: 2017-02-09 05:27 am (UTC)Slowly, the empty space next to them filters in.
They knock a pillow to the floor with how fast they shoot up. "Chara?" Their voice is frantic, and they realize it and forcefully tone it down as they toss the quilt off and swing their legs around. "Chara? Did you fa--?"
Frisk looks over, and they're struck silent.
That's not Chara.
Except no, that's dumb. That's Chara. That's their Chara, and of course they changed back. Frisk was kind of expecting it. And it's been a month, right? It must've been. They'd just lost track of time.
They want to move and their body's full of lead.
"...Chara?" they repeat, even more quiet. "Are you..."
...but they don't know how to finish.