Adam hears the click of the door, but doesn't move. He waits patiently until Frisk comes to his side, waits until they're relaxed enough to touch him and let their guard down.
"You really... really should have let this go," he mutters, and grips their arm, too tight and painful to be looking for reassurance. He twists it to force them to turn their back to him, and then he grabs their other arm to force them together.
Moments later, there's the click of a gun, and cool metal pressed against Frisk's shirt.
"I guess you and I are going to go for a walk, so you can find out what's really wrong with Barnaby, hmm?"
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Date: 2017-06-05 01:43 am (UTC)"You really... really should have let this go," he mutters, and grips their arm, too tight and painful to be looking for reassurance. He twists it to force them to turn their back to him, and then he grabs their other arm to force them together.
Moments later, there's the click of a gun, and cool metal pressed against Frisk's shirt.
"I guess you and I are going to go for a walk, so you can find out what's really wrong with Barnaby, hmm?"