[Bad dreams weren't unfamiliar to either of them. If anything, it was the one thing they could never escape from. More than one night saw Frisk wandering through to get a glass of water, finding Chara on the couch. They'd never had to ask any questions to understand.
In the middle of rubbing sore eyes, Frisk flinches at the noise, immediately looking over with a soft expression of apology; you didn't really frighten them, Partner. Not your fault.]
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In the middle of rubbing sore eyes, Frisk flinches at the noise, immediately looking over with a soft expression of apology; you didn't really frighten them, Partner. Not your fault.]
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[Couldn't sleep either, huh.]