[Post-Event Post] I don't need safety, I've grown up

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They wake up.

They wake up, and for a moment it's a confusion as two sets of impulses try to sit up, try to roll over, what is this why can't I move-

It all comes flooding back, and the thrashing, twitching body goes still, glassy eyed, panting.

*...
*Hi Chara.

Breathe. Breathe.

*Sorry I kicked you out.

Chara groans and presses their palms to their eyes. There's a dual storm of self-loathing here, turbulence kicked up by the past crashing into the future. Things that neither wanted to come to light, exposed. Breathe.

Well then. Damage control. Lock this all away and focus on getting up. They've been sleeping under a bench in the chapel this past month - they touch the back of their head with their fingers where they just cracked it on the pew. Didn't notice, in the heat of the moment. It seems that the Castle always shoves Frisk back into Chara.

They get up, and start walking - no particular destination, but places they are avoiding. The library. The balcony. The swings, certain spots in the garden, the kitchens. They just need to run, and they do, and when running's not enough, when their legs burn and their lungs are filled with knives from the cold air they screech to a halt and scream and punch a window, bright glass shattering, before turning on a vase. Anything inanimate nearby is getting destroyed.

Frisk makes no move to stop them.

For Poke-Frisk and Sparks:

There's something that needs to be done, and it has to be done sooner rather than later. Frisk would prefer to give the apology in person but... that would raise some questions they don't think Chara would particularly want to answer right now.

While they do have control over the body (it aches - Chara themself has retreated to a ball at the far back, spent) they spend some time making enquiries - they don't know where the Frisk with red eyes and the dog monster live, and need to to slide this under a door. They've written an apology letter (and not a Bureau of Communication one).

They feel terrible about attacking Sparks -  they're pretty sure that was Sparks, even if he looked different - and it profusely says so.

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Chara's a light sleeper - the slightest noise or touch can have them awake and on high alert instantly, on most days. Running themself into the ground like this, however, has consequences. They are well and truly passed out.

Even so, their face pinches at the faint rustling of the curtain as the other pulls it over, and when it's settled over them they twitch, kicking and punching slightly in their sleep before slowly settling when nothing else happens, sliding down the glass onto the sill.

They'll sleep for a good while unless disturbed, until the sun coming through the window starts to send the temperature inside the curtain up and they thrash awake, hair mussed and not really feeling better in a lot of respects, as well as kicking themself for letting themself fall asleep there.

But they do acknowledge the gesture, even if it sends faint prickles at how close someone could have gotten while they were unaware.

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Whenever they wake, Frisk's...been around. They're not close, but where there were broken vases and the like down the hall, they've been pushed to the sides where they'll be harder for passerby to step on.

They're not far, but not exactly announcing their presence either. They originally hid on the window to be alone, and even though they're concerned for them, they still don't want to be put on the spot. It's a compromise in their head; if they're called for or searched for, they'll be found, but if they're not, then they'll get their peace.

it is late, but I think this is wrapped

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It doesn't take a genius to spot Frisk's handiwork, once they gather the wherewithal to get up and off the sill (the thought of someone coming across them as they are at the moment works wonders).

They pick up a shard of window as they walk down the hall, and pocket it. It's sharp enough to cut into their hand as they do, leaving a red smear on the clear glass.

They won't search for Frisk. In hindsight, they can see the signs of someone who wanted to be left alone even if they didn't pick them up at the time, or maybe ignored them, and either way it's a small drop in the bucket of reasons to dislike themself.

They could probably find them, if they wanted to, but they won't. They head down the halls. Time to move rooms again. They'll leave the other to their peace. (They might even pass them, unknowingly.)