[Colored lines appear across the screen, a monotonous tone chiming incessantly. The tape is well and truly over, but Frisk isn't all that worried about it. They won't be watching it again.
They don't agree. They don't agree that it was all Chara's fault, but...that's okay. In the same way that Frisk is okay, and Sans is okay, it's- okay.
Which is to say, it's not okay at all.
A tentative hand brushes across the back of Chara's palm; letting them know that it's there before making any further movements. Pushing small fingers through fingers equally as small, two kids sitting in an empty lounge room.
They can just stay like this, if Chara wants. No more tapes.]
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They don't agree. They don't agree that it was all Chara's fault, but...that's okay. In the same way that Frisk is okay, and Sans is okay, it's- okay.
Which is to say, it's not okay at all.
A tentative hand brushes across the back of Chara's palm; letting them know that it's there before making any further movements. Pushing small fingers through fingers equally as small, two kids sitting in an empty lounge room.
They can just stay like this, if Chara wants. No more tapes.]