[frisk voice] why is my life this

Date: 2017-03-27 06:43 am (UTC)
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Frisk rocks back immediately, a scream strangled into a moan in their throat.

Panic leaves everything a pink-black blur, and it takes a moment for them to really see what's going on--is it...

...is it crying?

It really looks like that eye is either spilling tears or bleeding all over itself. Neither which is good, though one far less horrible than the other. And they're not being swallowed, which is...nice, although they still need to spend time to regulate airflow and steel their own reserve to stay.

Frisk watches the cube bob as it appears, the feeling from it striking something deep and strange in a way the worse energy didn't, a way even the music hadn't managed.

They don't know what to do with it. They're certainly not going to attack it, and they don't think they should touch it, because who knows what that might do?

They probably need to do...something, though. That's not just turning around and leaving.

Careful, they crouch, trying to look at it closer and ignore the massive jaws in the meantime. "I don't know what that is."
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