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Date: 2017-10-02 03:12 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] mercybutton


Well.

That's no good, either.

Their black hand comes clean off, crumbling to flakes and fine ash, and now instead of only soil, the wolf's got a mouthful of that too, and Frisk is missing a hand. It's a fact that they don't process at first, but they lose feeling there, see a thousand outlined dots signaling dust, and when they bring up their arm all there is is a jagged end. They don't see that it is lit up inside like a cigarette stub.

When they realize what the wolf has done, a great fury sparks in their chest. The ember threatens to burn into an inferno.

"You--!"

They clamp their mouth shut before the instinctive words can finish; grind the fury into little shards between their teeth. They can't blame the wolf, but that won't stop them from being mad. Being mad won't help, either. Frisk takes a breath and hauls up their staff with their one remaining hand and leans it on their shoulder. The flame burns hot and red. Suppressed fury.

"Are you hungry? Is that it?"
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