Frisk struggles to stay at the chain. It's hard to grab, they're so weak, and the floor is trying to swallow them.
"I'm not leaving someone behind again! Not you, and not with this!"
Their leaves on the table whirl in a wind that shouldn't exist, scattering at the mother's feet, and they wrench their arm from Chara's grip too to wrap the chain around their wrist instead. It's easier to use all their strength that way.
Frisk's mouth isn't moving, it's stitched itself closed, but they're still talking. "They are too, are too, are too! What do you know, you old ugly nasty fake face, you can't do anything right!"
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Date: 2016-08-31 07:54 am (UTC)"I'm not leaving someone behind again! Not you, and not with this!"
Their leaves on the table whirl in a wind that shouldn't exist, scattering at the mother's feet, and they wrench their arm from Chara's grip too to wrap the chain around their wrist instead. It's easier to use all their strength that way.
Frisk's mouth isn't moving, it's stitched itself closed, but they're still talking. "They are too, are too, are too! What do you know, you old ugly nasty fake face, you can't do anything right!"