"Frisk-" Chara winces when the other child falls, the soft floor slowly sinking beneath everyone. They stretch their arm out and shove the table further away, causing their mother, still blindly circling around it, to stumble.

"You selfish, rotten-!" Their mother bites off another furious sob, just as Frisk reaches Chara's chains.

Chara watches, eyes wide, as the chain rattles and rattles beneath Frisk's hands. They cast a quick glance towards their mother and back again. "Just leave Frisk, I'll only slow you down like this-"

"I only gave you what you deserved-"

Chara ignores their mother and leans down, grabbing onto Frisk's arm. "-I can deal with her, you can't," they say, trying to haul Frisk up.

"They're not yours, you can't have them!"