Their blood is roaring through their veins, the sound of it is echoing in front of them. It shouldn't be doing that. They shouldn't be hearing that.
The creature is beautiful, the cell is beautiful, the music is beautiful, the light is beautiful.
Distantly, they're still aware they can leave. They walked over the nothingness without a thought, and they can walk back with some; they don't think they're locked up, and staying is their choice. Even if it's terrifying, even if half of them is still trembling with every beat run, run, run. But they don't always do the smart thing. (There's a reason Undyne's one of the monsters that killed them the most.)
They shouldn't touch it.
Frisk lifts their hands.
They shouldn't touch it.
Their fingers curl.
They shouldn't touch it.
They press their palms against the bottom, cupping it, as if they're afraid it'll tumble back down if they don't.
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Their blood is roaring through their veins, the sound of it is echoing in front of them. It shouldn't be doing that. They shouldn't be hearing that.
The creature is beautiful, the cell is beautiful, the music is beautiful, the light is beautiful.
Distantly, they're still aware they can leave. They walked over the nothingness without a thought, and they can walk back with some; they don't think they're locked up, and staying is their choice. Even if it's terrifying, even if half of them is still trembling with every beat run, run, run. But they don't always do the smart thing. (There's a reason Undyne's one of the monsters that killed them the most.)
They shouldn't touch it.
Frisk lifts their hands.
They shouldn't touch it.
Their fingers curl.
They shouldn't touch it.
They press their palms against the bottom, cupping it, as if they're afraid it'll tumble back down if they don't.