[A faint frown depresses their features. Someone in their head? Chara draws nearer, their hands thrust in back in their pockets. A security blanket.
The "plan" isn't what gives them pause. They shared that with the human, they know. Talked about going to that door, waiting outside with a knife, trying to muster the courage to...
It's a good thing the voice on the other side was there to stop them.]
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The "plan" isn't what gives them pause. They shared that with the human, they know. Talked about going to that door, waiting outside with a knife, trying to muster the courage to...
It's a good thing the voice on the other side was there to stop them.]
What do you mean, in your head?