Every part of their body strains as they climb to their knees, and they grit their teeth against the reply waiting on their tongue- nope. No. Nah! Testing the grip of their hand, they press it against the chest of their sweater, and reach--
in--
"GKGGKH," they say, and then as the weird fuckin parasite soul thing flashes in their grip, "uh, yeah, peachy." They glance over at Frisk's face, looking away quickly when they see the tears there.
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This isn't a dream.
Every part of their body strains as they climb to their knees, and they grit their teeth against the reply waiting on their tongue- nope. No. Nah! Testing the grip of their hand, they press it against the chest of their sweater, and reach--
in--
"GKGGKH," they say, and then as the weird fuckin parasite soul thing flashes in their grip, "uh, yeah, peachy." They glance over at Frisk's face, looking away quickly when they see the tears there.