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lyseandpurge
Jun. 7th, 2017 05:08 amdustless posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
castle_perraultThey haven't visited Her in--
--well, they haven't visited her. Really ever. It didn't feel necessary, having her in their SOUL and their head.
And maybe there was a little something in them that squirmed at the memories of being eaten. Maybe.
But since when is Frisk ruled by fear? And even moreso, since when do they let others' fear and hate rule them?
Never. No. They're not going to allow it, even with the Jackal's imperfect copy of them insisting otherwise, day in and day out, when they're just minding their own business; encouraging them, once Frisk mentions where they're going, to try to find a good weapon or some help to kill Judgement, to cure themselves, to save their friends.
As if their friends need to be saved from her. They don't, yet, and hopefully not ever.
"See?" they say once they get to her door, pointing.
DANGER, POSSESSION MAY OCCUR BEYOND THIS DOOR.
That's a warning most of them would heed, they're sure--and even if they didn't...well. Frisk is aware their initial decision wasn't the smartest thing they'd ever chosen to do, and they have faith that others wouldn't waltz into her mouth after waking nightmares and absorb a SOUL-altering shard of...something. Her SOUL, maybe. They aren't entirely clear on that yet.
They don't hesitate for more than a few moments. It's not fair that they left her alone this long already--and maybe they can get replica-Frisk to become a little less insistent.
Frisk knocks on the door, firmly, three times. "Hello? I'm here now. We." Their shadow is acting like a shadow now, right against their back, fingers gripping their shoulders and digging in enough to very nearly hurt.
They let themselves in.
--well, they haven't visited her. Really ever. It didn't feel necessary, having her in their SOUL and their head.
And maybe there was a little something in them that squirmed at the memories of being eaten. Maybe.
But since when is Frisk ruled by fear? And even moreso, since when do they let others' fear and hate rule them?
Never. No. They're not going to allow it, even with the Jackal's imperfect copy of them insisting otherwise, day in and day out, when they're just minding their own business; encouraging them, once Frisk mentions where they're going, to try to find a good weapon or some help to kill Judgement, to cure themselves, to save their friends.
As if their friends need to be saved from her. They don't, yet, and hopefully not ever.
"See?" they say once they get to her door, pointing.
DANGER, POSSESSION MAY OCCUR BEYOND THIS DOOR.
That's a warning most of them would heed, they're sure--and even if they didn't...well. Frisk is aware their initial decision wasn't the smartest thing they'd ever chosen to do, and they have faith that others wouldn't waltz into her mouth after waking nightmares and absorb a SOUL-altering shard of...something. Her SOUL, maybe. They aren't entirely clear on that yet.
They don't hesitate for more than a few moments. It's not fair that they left her alone this long already--and maybe they can get replica-Frisk to become a little less insistent.
Frisk knocks on the door, firmly, three times. "Hello? I'm here now. We." Their shadow is acting like a shadow now, right against their back, fingers gripping their shoulders and digging in enough to very nearly hurt.
They let themselves in.