They move their head, looking towards the hallway Chara fled down. Their brain is screaming at them to go, chase them, find them, stop them, but they know how close he is to falling down. Or maybe they're just so afraid of that they can't push past the fear like they usually can.
It takes every ounce of willpower to string words together, and a long pause after Sans stops talking. Frisk doesn't have answers, not enough, but they'll try anyway, even with blood and tears streaming down their face.
"No. No. Don't. Don't give up," they whisper fiercely. "They're stoppable. He might be here someday. You don't know. You can't die. Don't die. Don't go." They want Papyrus too, but Sans is here now and they know he doesn't want to have bad things happen to everyone, and neither do they, and he's a part of everyone and so, so important even though he was so, so stupid.
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Date: 2016-03-18 11:11 pm (UTC)It takes every ounce of willpower to string words together, and a long pause after Sans stops talking. Frisk doesn't have answers, not enough, but they'll try anyway, even with blood and tears streaming down their face.
"No. No. Don't. Don't give up," they whisper fiercely. "They're stoppable. He might be here someday. You don't know. You can't die. Don't die. Don't go." They want Papyrus too, but Sans is here now and they know he doesn't want to have bad things happen to everyone, and neither do they, and he's a part of everyone and so, so important even though he was so, so stupid.