They're Frisk. They know who that is in bits and pieces--the name they picked, the determination their SOUL was so filled with, they help people, they infected that SOUL because of those last two things.
They're not good at being a kid. They're angry a lot, but they were before they got sick. Maybe even less now, since getting tired happens faster.
"Humans aren't supposed to be that--this much magic," they say. Protest, weakly. And there's a weird bitterness at how quickly he realized what they were worried about, even if that was what they sort of wanted to get to in the first place.
Is Judgement's disease magic? Maybe some kind, but she doesn't like it, she doesn't like the castle's kind and it didn't sound like she really knew when they cried about it, and they don't know. They don't even know what they care about, 'cause their friends and family are monsters and other stuff, so it shouldn't even matter.
Their hands dig into the blankets, pulling, and they barely stop themselves from dragging the blankets all the way over themselves. This isn't their bed, Gaster uses this now, they can't cocoon in it to hide.
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Date: 2017-09-04 06:31 am (UTC)They're Frisk. They know who that is in bits and pieces--the name they picked, the determination their SOUL was so filled with, they help people, they infected that SOUL because of those last two things.
They're not good at being a kid. They're angry a lot, but they were before they got sick. Maybe even less now, since getting tired happens faster.
"Humans aren't supposed to be that--this much magic," they say. Protest, weakly. And there's a weird bitterness at how quickly he realized what they were worried about, even if that was what they sort of wanted to get to in the first place.
Is Judgement's disease magic? Maybe some kind, but she doesn't like it, she doesn't like the castle's kind and it didn't sound like she really knew when they cried about it, and they don't know. They don't even know what they care about, 'cause their friends and family are monsters and other stuff, so it shouldn't even matter.
Their hands dig into the blankets, pulling, and they barely stop themselves from dragging the blankets all the way over themselves. This isn't their bed, Gaster uses this now, they can't cocoon in it to hide.