They leap and twist further from her grip, reeling at the noise of her eyes, and they barely notice when most of the metal stays embedded in their sackcloth flesh.
* She's a fake. Less real than even you.
"Dummy--" Frisk counters "--dummy, DUMMY. You're gross, gross, GROSS! SHITTY, SHITTY, SHITTY! FAKE, FAKE, FAKE--FAKE FACE FAKE FACE FAKE FACE!"
They whirl and start running, even with the floor squishing beneath their shoes and their legs wobbling far more than they should. "Go!" they shriek to the Chara outside of their head.
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They leap and twist further from her grip, reeling at the noise of her eyes, and they barely notice when most of the metal stays embedded in their sackcloth flesh.
* She's a fake. Less real than even you.
"Dummy--" Frisk counters "--dummy, DUMMY. You're gross, gross, GROSS! SHITTY, SHITTY, SHITTY! FAKE, FAKE, FAKE--FAKE FACE FAKE FACE FAKE FACE!"
They whirl and start running, even with the floor squishing beneath their shoes and their legs wobbling far more than they should. "Go!" they shriek to the Chara outside of their head.