(*Why not me?) Chara thinks, and they're not sure if it's a resentful thought or not. They make a huffing noise. Frisk smells like determination, and after a split-second of hesitation they wrap their arm's around Frisk's waist and yank at the chain.
Frisk is strong for a ragdoll, strong enough if they could throw off Chara's grip a moment ago, but there's no way they can break that chain. (*Even with a partner, breaking it seems impossible.) The wind whips Chara's hair around their face and the chain groans under the onslaught of tugging. Their hands feel red hot-
"You stupid child!"
-and there's their mother, her hands are right there and Chara screams. They drop the chain, squeeze Frisk's belly in their arms, and throw themselves out of the chair. The floor makes a soft fwump noise as they land and roll down the ground.
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Frisk is strong for a ragdoll, strong enough if they could throw off Chara's grip a moment ago, but there's no way they can break that chain. (*Even with a partner, breaking it seems impossible.) The wind whips Chara's hair around their face and the chain groans under the onslaught of tugging. Their hands feel red hot-
"You stupid child!"
-and there's their mother, her hands are right there and Chara screams. They drop the chain, squeeze Frisk's belly in their arms, and throw themselves out of the chair. The floor makes a soft fwump noise as they land and roll down the ground.
Their mother keeps screaming.
"Come back here come back here come back here-!"