Soft fur melts into sharp points that dig into their flesh, and Frisk flinches, just the once. Just the once; an involuntary action that breaks a cycle of simply standing, frozen into place- but just for a moment. Their eyes are the only other thing that moves. The only thing that opens. The only part of them that shows signs of fear; pupils that turn to pinpricks.]
That's-
That's not true.
[It sounds weak, even to them. It sounds small, even to them.]
no subject
I'm not Chara.
Soft fur melts into sharp points that dig into their flesh, and Frisk flinches, just the once. Just the once; an involuntary action that breaks a cycle of simply standing, frozen into place- but just for a moment. Their eyes are the only other thing that moves. The only thing that opens. The only part of them that shows signs of fear; pupils that turn to pinpricks.]
That's-
That's not true.
[It sounds weak, even to them. It sounds small, even to them.]
It's not true.