'It's fine'. What an incredible red flag. (Even if it's not the one they think it is.)
Frisk's mouth is a thin line. In the background, their replica fidgets uneasily. Seems their reactions to other people matter than reactions to themselves.
"That's...not what I meant." Picking up his strings and making him do what they wanted, though the thought of other people doing it still leaves disgusting prickles crawling up their spine. "It's not fine. Something...something...what's wrong? Really, Barnaby-bunny." they say, crossing their arms.
He's hiding something. He's so fake, so unlike the Barnaby they know...there's dread in their stomach. Something bad happened. Something that's given him a whole different type of unsettling.
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Frisk's mouth is a thin line. In the background, their replica fidgets uneasily. Seems their reactions to other people matter than reactions to themselves.
"That's...not what I meant." Picking up his strings and making him do what they wanted, though the thought of other people doing it still leaves disgusting prickles crawling up their spine. "It's not fine. Something...something...what's wrong? Really, Barnaby-bunny." they say, crossing their arms.
He's hiding something. He's so fake, so unlike the Barnaby they know...there's dread in their stomach. Something bad happened. Something that's given him a whole different type of unsettling.