She's following them. No, she's with them. Look at what you've done.
Destroy the cell, an already-familiar thought--they tore it apart, were supposed to, to drink up what's inside, that's what she wanted.
Falling down. What monsters do. Falling down, death, and now Frisk's here too.
"You're not--you're not gonna die," they say. They could just think it, they know it would work, but that's only for Chara and they're long gone. So's that tower. Despite wanting to speak with and not project to, the hall around them rises into thoughts. Look, it's something completely different.
She's afraid? They're afraid. Maybe they're both afraid. Frisk sinks until they're sitting on the floor, little plumes of dust rising around their legs.
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Date: 2017-03-30 06:07 am (UTC)Destroy the cell, an already-familiar thought--they tore it apart, were supposed to, to drink up what's inside, that's what she wanted.
Falling down. What monsters do. Falling down, death, and now Frisk's here too.
"You're not--you're not gonna die," they say. They could just think it, they know it would work, but that's only for Chara and they're long gone. So's that tower. Despite wanting to speak with and not project to, the hall around them rises into thoughts. Look, it's something completely different.
She's afraid? They're afraid. Maybe they're both afraid. Frisk sinks until they're sitting on the floor, little plumes of dust rising around their legs.