Frisk (
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2019-09-04 08:18 am (UTC)
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"Oh my god,"
Frisk whispers, paralyzed in the center of the room.
This isn't the Castle. The Castle doesn't have carpets like this. Or lamps that need electricity. Or glowing star stickers on the walls.
Kris is on the floor. They're not wearing armor. They're maybehurt, they need help up.
Frisk can't move.
The Castle is home, the Castle is a prison.
"Kris,"
they croak.
"
K-Kris.
Y-you...a-are you 'kay?"
Frisk's not.
They're smiling, shakily. They're crying, quietly.
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This isn't the Castle. The Castle doesn't have carpets like this. Or lamps that need electricity. Or glowing star stickers on the walls.
Kris is on the floor. They're not wearing armor. They're maybehurt, they need help up.
Frisk can't move.
The Castle is home, the Castle is a prison.
"Kris," they croak. "K-Kris. Y-you...a-are you 'kay?"
Frisk's not.
They're smiling, shakily. They're crying, quietly.