Frisk screams at him. No words, just noise, scraping their throat raw, echoing through the cell and hall, pure rage like they haven't felt since they were a demon holding puppetstrings.
They won't let it happen. They won't they won't they won't. He'll have to get through them to their copy, get through them to Barnaby again.
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Date: 2017-09-07 09:55 am (UTC)They won't let it happen. They won't they won't they won't. He'll have to get through them to their copy, get through them to Barnaby again.