An untrained, non-Psychic human's armor is barely a bump in the road to a Pokémon. He could smash it down into nothing. Could, not will. He feels all those emotions slip through his chest in a squirming mass, curiosity-distrust-gratefulness-guilt, fanned out like a deck of cards with the images printed over them all.
Fist strikes Electrike. Stick sinks into Manectric. Both from this set of eyes--this person's eyes, this--Frisk? Frisk.
He hasn't gotten this close to one of their counterparts before. They aren't the same, even with the doubled-up life in their heads, though there's something familiar in the center of them, pulsing out. Nothing he's going to touch; he neither needs nor wants to go in that deep and risk damaging them both--them all.
Frisk. And...Chara. Neither offered their names, but it permeates them enough he couldn't miss it if he wanted to.
A memory: sitting in a lap, blue-and-pink stripes wrapped around his sides, concern spilling over.
You're so quiet. 'S been weeks.
Homesick? No?
Is...is the team being mean to you?
Too loud? You're too loud, everyone! Quiet! Shh, shh, hush! Hush? You like that sound?
You? ...You're Hush?
His own in return.
On the outside, Hush puts a hand up to his mouth.
More memories. Of battles, Sparks', some of which Hush saw.
Manectric tearing his way through vines in a forest, intent on strangling him.
Electrike with massive red fangs piercing his torso, fitting on either side of his spine.
Manectric, enduring a full waterfall launched at his side and coming back for more.
Electrike with a huge thing swinging its hand into his face, sending him flying into a cliffside--directly contrasted with Frisk's tiny, tiny fist making him yelp in mostly-surprise, dragged out of the shadows (pick a card, any card) without effort.
Ha Ha Ha.
Not real laughter, but the same tingling sensation of warmth and amusement. That's very nice of them, but can't they see? Frisk didn't do anything worth apologizing for!
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Fist strikes Electrike. Stick sinks into Manectric. Both from this set of eyes--this person's eyes, this--Frisk? Frisk.
He hasn't gotten this close to one of their counterparts before. They aren't the same, even with the doubled-up life in their heads, though there's something familiar in the center of them, pulsing out. Nothing he's going to touch; he neither needs nor wants to go in that deep and risk damaging them both--them all.
Frisk. And...Chara. Neither offered their names, but it permeates them enough he couldn't miss it if he wanted to.
A memory: sitting in a lap, blue-and-pink stripes wrapped around his sides, concern spilling over.
You're so quiet. 'S been weeks.
Homesick? No?
Is...is the team being mean to you?
Too loud?
You're too loud, everyone! Quiet! Shh, shh, hush!
Hush?
You like that sound?
You?
...You're Hush?
His own in return.
On the outside, Hush puts a hand up to his mouth.
More memories. Of battles, Sparks', some of which Hush saw.
Manectric tearing his way through vines in a forest, intent on strangling him.
Electrike with massive red fangs piercing his torso, fitting on either side of his spine.
Manectric, enduring a full waterfall launched at his side and coming back for more.
Electrike with a huge thing swinging its hand into his face, sending him flying into a cliffside--directly contrasted with Frisk's tiny, tiny fist making him yelp in mostly-surprise, dragged out of the shadows (pick a card, any card) without effort.
Ha Ha Ha.
Not real laughter, but the same tingling sensation of warmth and amusement. That's very nice of them, but can't they see? Frisk didn't do anything worth apologizing for!