Frisk and their Chara don't hear, it seems, but they're quiet anyway, staring at the woman. The outside-Chara's reaction is noted, but they're a little more focused on those eyes. They look...fake.
They ignore her tone, focus on the words, and give her a polite--if strained--smile. "Yeah. It is. I m͜͠a̧̡͠d̸̡̨̧́ę̀͜ it." Spelled it, shaped it, wrote over the kid that Frisk used to be. They'd met more than one kid with the name their mom and dad gave them, but they'd never met another Frisk.
Everything about this woman looks fake. Maybe she's made of plastic--maybe that's why Chara wants them to act like a doll, so this doll thinks they're the same. Like a lot of monsters mistook them for a monster too.
They tear their eyes from the fake woman's and glance around, deciding this entire house is a doll's house--no, a puppet theater.
And it sounds like they've been given a role to play. So they're Chara now, huh. Okay.
* Smells like dead flowers.
Frisk-and-Chara look down, smile twitching into something a little more genuine. "Can't. It's important to the orange one," they tell her matter-of-factly. Plus it's been sewn into their skin, too, so they couldn't even if it wasn't important.
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Date: 2016-04-28 12:27 am (UTC)They ignore her tone, focus on the words, and give her a polite--if strained--smile. "Yeah. It is. I m͜͠a̧̡͠d̸̡̨̧́ę̀͜ it." Spelled it, shaped it, wrote over the kid that Frisk used to be. They'd met more than one kid with the name their mom and dad gave them, but they'd never met another Frisk.
Everything about this woman looks fake. Maybe she's made of plastic--maybe that's why Chara wants them to act like a doll, so this doll thinks they're the same. Like a lot of monsters mistook them for a monster too.
They tear their eyes from the fake woman's and glance around, deciding this entire house is a doll's house--no, a puppet theater.
And it sounds like they've been given a role to play. So they're Chara now, huh. Okay.
* Smells like dead flowers.
Frisk-and-Chara look down, smile twitching into something a little more genuine. "Can't. It's important to the orange one," they tell her matter-of-factly. Plus it's been sewn into their skin, too, so they couldn't even if it wasn't important.