The arm elicits a muffled noise of pain, but then Frisk--both Frisks go stock-still.
A gun. A gun. They've had bullets hit them before, but not the 'real' kind, and having a real gun pressed against them is a brand-new level of surreal. They haven't ever seen a gun up-close in their life. This was not how they expected it to go.
And despite everything, under the dull roar of certainty that they're going to die, there's a spark of triumph that they weren't wrong the whole time. He isn't their Barnaby.
They look up from the gun into not-their-Barnaby's face. A snap is suppressed, since they really do want to see what happened to him. "Okay."
They won't resist. Their copy will, somewhat, trying to run, but after the first two times of collapsing into a diamond shape and teleporting back, they give up and follow too.
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Date: 2017-06-05 04:49 am (UTC)A gun. A gun. They've had bullets hit them before, but not the 'real' kind, and having a real gun pressed against them is a brand-new level of surreal. They haven't ever seen a gun up-close in their life. This was not how they expected it to go.
And despite everything, under the dull roar of certainty that they're going to die, there's a spark of triumph that they weren't wrong the whole time. He isn't their Barnaby.
They look up from the gun into not-their-Barnaby's face. A snap is suppressed, since they really do want to see what happened to him. "Okay."
They won't resist. Their copy will, somewhat, trying to run, but after the first two times of collapsing into a diamond shape and teleporting back, they give up and follow too.