Their ugly anger is building and building and building at how helpless they feel, at how badly this is going, and Sans is crying, and it isn't that surprising but isn't helping anything--
They are who they are, and so tears start burning in their eyes, too. They're trembling like a leaf in Chara's grip.
Sans shouldn't have done this, but he shouldn't be dealing with this, either. Not dying, not killing, not losing everything again even though he was stupid.
Frisk's cracked breathing turns into choking, barely-muffled sobs. Because that's what happens when they see people cry, that's what happens when they're frustrated to their limit.
Their eyes slip shut.
And they're so, so angry--they hold onto their last shreds of patience as tightly as they can, but it's a losing battle.
...The next time Chara says anything remotely insulting, slightly provoking...
Frisk doesn't care about the blade against their face; they'll throw themselves backwards, trying to get them off by shoving them against the wall.
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Date: 2016-03-09 02:08 am (UTC)They are who they are, and so tears start burning in their eyes, too. They're trembling like a leaf in Chara's grip.
Sans shouldn't have done this, but he shouldn't be dealing with this, either. Not dying, not killing, not losing everything again even though he was stupid.
Frisk's cracked breathing turns into choking, barely-muffled sobs. Because that's what happens when they see people cry, that's what happens when they're frustrated to their limit.
Their eyes slip shut.
And they're so, so angry--they hold onto their last shreds of patience as tightly as they can, but it's a losing battle.
...The next time Chara says anything remotely insulting, slightly provoking...
Frisk doesn't care about the blade against their face; they'll throw themselves backwards, trying to get them off by shoving them against the wall.