"...Don't like that," they rasp. Understatement of the year. Their skin crawls, so they take a moment to rub their arms.
'I don't know it. I don't think I do. The only SAVES I knew were from S-O-U-L-S underground. And those are all dead...people. Toriel's never talked about underground? Asriel, A-S-G-O-R-E? Mt. E-B-O-T-T?'
Frisk resists the urge to reach towards the SOUL. They've had enough of that kinda accidental infestation, and rattling the bars probably won't do anything even if it's satisfying for a second.
'A S-O-U-L's supposed to stay in your body unless you're dead or a monster pulls it out in a fight.'
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'I don't know it. I don't think I do. The only SAVES I knew were from S-O-U-L-S underground. And those are all dead...people. Toriel's never talked about underground? Asriel, A-S-G-O-R-E? Mt. E-B-O-T-T?'
Frisk resists the urge to reach towards the SOUL. They've had enough of that kinda accidental infestation, and rattling the bars probably won't do anything even if it's satisfying for a second.
'A S-O-U-L's supposed to stay in your body unless you're dead or a monster pulls it out in a fight.'