That's a choice, a thought, once they feel their chest is too still for too long. They're alone in that the creature is gone, no mouth or eye hovering close.
Falling down, it says, and Frisk is all too aware of the abyss again, more, still, like they just dragged their way out of it. They scramble to their feet and slip to the shelter of the hallway, fingers clutching at their chest. There's new warmth there--not of their SOUL, not even of anger, but something...feverish. Something there like when they were sick. But they're not sick.
...What did they just do?
That felt like a SOUL. That looked like--no, that reminded them of Flowey, those vivid memories of Asgore's death and the absorption of the other dead kids into his face. But that wasn't a SOUL, it wasn't the right shape. It wasn't...
Falling down, something said.
Frisk's back presses against the wall, and their voice presses inside their skull. I don't want to fall again.
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Date: 2017-03-29 09:51 pm (UTC)Frisk breathes.
That's a choice, a thought, once they feel their chest is too still for too long. They're alone in that the creature is gone, no mouth or eye hovering close.
Falling down, it says, and Frisk is all too aware of the abyss again, more, still, like they just dragged their way out of it. They scramble to their feet and slip to the shelter of the hallway, fingers clutching at their chest. There's new warmth there--not of their SOUL, not even of anger, but something...feverish. Something there like when they were sick. But they're not sick.
...What did they just do?
That felt like a SOUL. That looked like--no, that reminded them of Flowey, those vivid memories of Asgore's death and the absorption of the other dead kids into his face. But that wasn't a SOUL, it wasn't the right shape. It wasn't...
Falling down, something said.
Frisk's back presses against the wall, and their voice presses inside their skull. I don't want to fall again.