itstheend: and my face says I wish (my clothes say I'm dead)
I Am The Eighth ([personal profile] itstheend) wrote in [community profile] castle_perrault 2017-02-20 08:18 pm (UTC)

"Plot twist, Frisk, I am always unhappy. Good luck with that."

Their own Frisk stirs just long enough to press against them - even in a deliberate daze the emotions bleeding through are hard to ignore. There's a bleary sense of 'just woke up' from them, and they dully observe the other through Chara's eyes, thoughts about as fast as a molasses-race and still stuck in 'oh, it's another me again' for now.

Temporary catharsis is enough for Chara, even if it doesn't last, they feel. But Frisk inadvertantly hits on a little bit of a sore spot.

"No, you are not," they agree, and the tone is cold. No, Frisk is not them, and they are not Frisk, whatever so-called Flowey might yammer on about, whatever their one has done with their body in the past.

Latching onto them might have been marginally more wise had certain events not occured, although personally they'd say there were no conditions in which it would be.

"You are here because Frisks can seem to keep their noses to themselves." That's not quite true - the one with the scarf and the one with the bandanna have been pretty good about not prying. Having one that's very curious in their head has skewed their perception quite a bit. "You are here because something has decided where you really should be right now is not in your dimension."

They're not sure how true that is, but it's a sign they're calming down somewhat if they're willing to exposit, however frostily.

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