Ice in their chest, ice through their lungs and heart and spreading worse than Jack Frost. Their hands press down into the wood, and then slam. And then slam. And slam, slam, slam, there's ripples in the black, their palms ache.
Frisk tries to answer aloud.
The only sound that escapes is a wail.
You can't promise that! they shove at her, chest and jaw heaving with sobs. You can't! And! You won't! I have family!
They won't let Serif and Papyrus and Sans feel terror like that, or their friends, Chara, Kotetsu, Barnaby, Toshi, Kuja, so many more--or anyone, even the King Mettaton or Pitch Black, no. It's not worth it, it won't work.
(They do wonder, though. Is there sea beneath the castle? Is there anything at allm or would it be wreckage endlessly falling into itself in a loop?)
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Date: 2017-08-19 04:28 am (UTC)Frisk tries to answer aloud.
The only sound that escapes is a wail.
You can't promise that! they shove at her, chest and jaw heaving with sobs. You can't! And! You won't! I have family!
They won't let Serif and Papyrus and Sans feel terror like that, or their friends, Chara, Kotetsu, Barnaby, Toshi, Kuja, so many more--or anyone, even the King Mettaton or Pitch Black, no. It's not worth it, it won't work.
(They do wonder, though. Is there sea beneath the castle? Is there anything at allm or would it be wreckage endlessly falling into itself in a loop?)