In their head, they chant there's nothing to fix. There's nothing to fix. Their voice isn't working.
Why is the hall so long? There's nowhere for Frisk to turn, except for into rooms, and they can hear Chara's footsteps between their own ragged gasps.
The blood is hot down their back, down their chest, enough that they're starting to feel it down their legs. They're crying, now, outright sobs rushing between their teeth, because this isn't fair--of course it isn't, but it's not fair to anyone what's going to happen next, that their promise is going to be broken.
It doesn't matter if it seems hopeless. Out of sheer determined horror, they'll keep going.
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Date: 2016-02-25 09:02 am (UTC)Why is the hall so long? There's nowhere for Frisk to turn, except for into rooms, and they can hear Chara's footsteps between their own ragged gasps.
The blood is hot down their back, down their chest, enough that they're starting to feel it down their legs. They're crying, now, outright sobs rushing between their teeth, because this isn't fair--of course it isn't, but it's not fair to anyone what's going to happen next, that their promise is going to be broken.
It doesn't matter if it seems hopeless. Out of sheer determined horror, they'll keep going.