"It does!" It matters! It matters what people can be and what she already is becoming, and they want to keep screaming it but their throat is too hot, it's scalding and warping the words into a howl of shatter the cell, shatter the cell, shatter the cel until they don't know if it's her voice or their copy's voice or their own anymore--
Anubis. A resonance. They know it now, and names are important.
Terror roars as loud as everything, their body is gone, and still Frisk is drowned and flattened and smothered.
(But not eaten. That's something.)
They inhale a plume of dust that's been left on the floor, just like them, just like the copy that's scooted to sit a few feet away and is clutching at their own head. Frisk's pretty sure they'd be crying if they had the eyes to do it with.
They cough up pink, and maybe there's some too-early black specks through it. It's not like they're paying attention to that, their thoughts are too busy warring with fear that's pumping through them, but they know something new now. Anubis, and...a cage, she said, in something a million times stronger than words. A wellspring, she said, in something aching.
Nothing can stop her, she said, in finality, and they've heard things like that before.
Frisk keeps lying on their side, staring at the black-barred door.
They can. I will, they tell her fiercely without moving their lips, because they will--for them it's that simple--and they won't kill her anyway. I refuse. There's something else they can do, and they just need to figure it out, and it could be they're starting to.
When they sit up, it might be hours later. Their copy's still siting there, now still as stone, and their hands are clutching each in their lap.
With some difficulty, and using the wall as support, they stand up and hold out their hand. "Think we're all visited out," they say, and their voice is rasping.
The rune can't show expression, but they're giving their original a filthy look. Frisk supposes they deserve it. But they grab their hand and pull themselves up anyway, and it's the copy that starts going down the hall first instead of the original.
I will, Frisk hums at the door, one more time, and then hurries to catch up before their replica's teleported back. They've gotten hurt enough today.
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Anubis. A resonance. They know it now, and names are important.
Terror roars as loud as everything, their body is gone, and still Frisk is drowned and flattened and smothered.
(But not eaten. That's something.)
They inhale a plume of dust that's been left on the floor, just like them, just like the copy that's scooted to sit a few feet away and is clutching at their own head. Frisk's pretty sure they'd be crying if they had the eyes to do it with.
They cough up pink, and maybe there's some too-early black specks through it. It's not like they're paying attention to that, their thoughts are too busy warring with fear that's pumping through them, but they know something new now. Anubis, and...a cage, she said, in something a million times stronger than words. A wellspring, she said, in something aching.
Nothing can stop her, she said, in finality, and they've heard things like that before.
Frisk keeps lying on their side, staring at the black-barred door.
They can. I will, they tell her fiercely without moving their lips, because they will--for them it's that simple--and they won't kill her anyway. I refuse. There's something else they can do, and they just need to figure it out, and it could be they're starting to.
When they sit up, it might be hours later. Their copy's still siting there, now still as stone, and their hands are clutching each in their lap.
With some difficulty, and using the wall as support, they stand up and hold out their hand. "Think we're all visited out," they say, and their voice is rasping.
The rune can't show expression, but they're giving their original a filthy look. Frisk supposes they deserve it. But they grab their hand and pull themselves up anyway, and it's the copy that starts going down the hall first instead of the original.
I will, Frisk hums at the door, one more time, and then hurries to catch up before their replica's teleported back. They've gotten hurt enough today.