Frisk turns their head to look at the SOUL in the--cage.
Why is there a cage.
They breathe a few long, scratchy breaths. They're still crying, too, and that's just another distant layer of gross. They are not taking their world being turned upside-down twice in a row well! Why couldn't they just've gotten stabbed or something, that's something they could be handling just fine.
"Me? What 'bout you?" they rasp, frantically looking between Kris and the cage.
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Date: 2019-09-04 12:34 pm (UTC)Why is there a cage.
They breathe a few long, scratchy breaths. They're still crying, too, and that's just another distant layer of gross. They are not taking their world being turned upside-down twice in a row well! Why couldn't they just've gotten stabbed or something, that's something they could be handling just fine.
"Me? What 'bout you?" they rasp, frantically looking between Kris and the cage.