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hadriel_logs2017-02-26 09:32 pm
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[closed] But we've got fire
Who: Chara (somuchlove) and Frisk (save_theworld)
What: Chara and Frisk make long overdue use of a special trick.
Where: Frisk's room
When: 25/02 - after the Never Log In event is in full swing
Warnings: Potential for referenced abuse, suicidal ideation. More tags may be added.
[They've had some time out of the apartment and away from their phone, and by the time Frisk returns from their conversation with Rey; they don't actually know how they feel. A little hopeful, a little hopeless. Mostly just numb, though allowing their thoughts to stray to the problem at hand has their breath catching and fists clenching, until their thoughts turn elsewhere.
Don't think about it anymore.
Their room still feels small and stifling. That's okay. Rooms often feel small and stifling; they'd much rather be outside, cleaning up the city streets and looking up at the cavern's ceiling with a quiet sense of peace; like that's the way things are supposed to be.
A room is a room. You occupy it when you need to sleep, but not much more than that. Not if they can help it. Not anymore. The fact that they have the urge to pick up their phone and send that out into the world is terrifying.
They text Chara instead, even though the other is likely in their own room. They could just go and knock.]
You can show me whenever you're ready.
somuchlove) and Frisk (save_theworld) What: Chara and Frisk make long overdue use of a special trick.
Where: Frisk's room
When: 25/02 - after the Never Log In event is in full swing
Warnings: Potential for referenced abuse, suicidal ideation. More tags may be added.
[They've had some time out of the apartment and away from their phone, and by the time Frisk returns from their conversation with Rey; they don't actually know how they feel. A little hopeful, a little hopeless. Mostly just numb, though allowing their thoughts to stray to the problem at hand has their breath catching and fists clenching, until their thoughts turn elsewhere.
Don't think about it anymore.
Their room still feels small and stifling. That's okay. Rooms often feel small and stifling; they'd much rather be outside, cleaning up the city streets and looking up at the cavern's ceiling with a quiet sense of peace; like that's the way things are supposed to be.
A room is a room. You occupy it when you need to sleep, but not much more than that. Not if they can help it. Not anymore. The fact that they have the urge to pick up their phone and send that out into the world is terrifying.
They text Chara instead, even though the other is likely in their own room. They could just go and knock.]
You can show me whenever you're ready.
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[They can understand the delay. Chara, after the vague and not-so-vague posting they did, needed some time alone as well. So they more or less put themselves in time out and stayed in their room. Sleeping - like that anon said - was kind of like death. You just eventually woke up.
They wanted more than just that. But until then Chara will wake up. That namedrop thread had smacked them in the face with what Frisk was feeling deep down, from themselves even. Hence why they were choosing this option. Chara had misgivings about it, choosing to reveal their SOUL to someone, even if it was Frisk. It wasn't pleasant to look at.
But they needed it. And so Chara will do it.
The Fallen Child picks their way over to the couch. Sits down, takes a deep breath, and then motions for Frisk to sit as well.]
This is something I learned from one of those people that came in when the Door brought in too many. I do not know if it will work that well...but would you like to try it?
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When they do sit, they don't have their phone on them. Maybe they should just throw the entire device away; ask Chara to hide it for a while. Until they stop feeling like they could post anything they want to.
At least Chara gives them something else to think about entirely.]
One of those people? [...Was it them? Haha. They don't really want to know.] ...Sure. Um, what is it?
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[Best to keep it vague. Frisk has had enough time debating with themselves over the matter of a 'better one' and Chara wasn't going to add to it. It was the same line of thinking that lead to the whole mess with the photo, but maybe their life could give a little bit back to them...?
One day. Focus.]
They called it 'resonance'. It will allow our SOULS to communicate with each other...if you wish, that is. I can demonstrate the beginning but I will not make you do this.
[Chara knows they suggested it and they wanted to offer Frisk that comfort again, but if they well and truly didn't want to Chara wasn't going to force them. It wouldn't be fair.]
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Chara talks like they expect Frisk to shy away, and perhaps that, out of everything, is what pulls out a soft bubble of laughter. The idea that they wouldn't want to share their SOUL with them, given even the slightest chance.]
I want to.
[They want to. Absolutely, without any hint of uncertainty involved.]
How do we start?
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And they laugh and Chara tries not to and fails. It's more nervous laughter than anything but yeah, no Frisk is right. Home is where the heart is and it's pretty literal in their case.]
Okay.
[If Frisk has no uncertainty then Chara will follow.]
It is like starting an encounter, they said. So just breathe and your SOUL should...
[It's better to just show rather than tell for this part. So Chara sits back and holds out a hand, breathing slowly. They know they won't be judged for what their SOUL looks like...but they had issues with showing this none the less.
So it takes a bit longer. But eventually Chara's SOUL materializes. It's...a scrap of one, red and lines of black running through it from all that LOVE they possess and thought to possess. But it's there, even if it's hold together with Determination and a little bit of spite.
* ...here we are.
Chara maintains eye contact with Frisk.]
...this is my own SOUL. If you can summon yours we can proceed.
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It's you. The very culmination of your being.
And if they didn't know better, they would touch it. They would gather it up with their own hands, and cradle it close to their chest. Just hold it for a while; try to imbue it with all the love they have in their heart. All the love they feel, for the very culmination of Chara's being.
It's you.
They have to summon their own. That urging is the only thing that has them lifting their gaze; smile gentle, and accepting, because- it's you. It's you, and they really do care, no matter what form you take.]
I think I can do that.
[The difficulty is remembering the instance prior in which they'd almost done just that. Beneath the stars, where red suns ate the worlds around them, and turned them into stardust. You touch everyone's SOULs.
Don't think about it.
Chara's calling, and their answer is much more willing to come. If they think about why they're here now, it's easy, to feel like their chest is overflowing. Trickling out into the palms of their hands, bright red and healthy enough.
It's you. And it's them.]
...Now?
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Touch. Like many things about Chara, their loathing of touch went SOUL-deep. It was simply mitigated when it came to certain people. The Dreemurrs and Frisk. They were allowed to walk across that line in the sand because they looked at the person who drew it and asked why Chara had made it in the first place. And while the Dreemurrs may have not gotten the full context of why it was there, they understood. Ask, rather than assume they could.
As for Frisk...? Chara has a feeling they may understand it on the same level. Maybe not the exact same level, but...well, they both walked up that mountain right?
Frisk's SOUL appears and it's as bright and whole as Chara remembers it. They're not going to be jealous about it though. In regards to their SOUL, Chara made their bed. And while Frisk's appeared to be healthy they know it's also covered in scars.
But it will be....not okay. Not for a long, long time. This is Chara's hope, however, that can maybe make Frisk feel a little better.
So Chara holds out their SOUL towards Frisk.]
You...will have to touch my SOUL and I will touch yours. And then what happens will happen.
[They can be one again, even for just a little while.
* It's us.]
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Maybe they should ask S-
Maybe they should ask Alphys.
They should really ask someone. But the idea of their SOULs communicating; maybe just a slice of how it used to feel. I miss you, Frisk had told them a long time ago, as Chara helped them walk through the streets. That feeling had never really gone away.
Ever so gently, they reach out- for Chara's free hand. If they allow it...then the first thing they want to do, is make sure. Rest that hand over their SOUL freely, make sure that there's no chance, not even a little one, that Chara's going to hurt over this.
They said they wouldn't hurt them anymore.]
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Someone really should be asked. But there's only two damaged kids on a couch and right now that's all that matters. All they need. Frisk reaches for Chara's hand and they let their Partner grasp it. Squeeze back.
It's not okay. It'll never be okay. Not until they both walk these miles to their conclusion and ERASE it will never be over. But until then they can have this. And so Chara smiles.]
It will feel strange. But I assure you it will not harm me.
[It's not a promise. Chara doesn't like making them so they wouldn't. All they have is assurance and that's it. So...it's up to Frisk if that final step is made.]
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Together, perhaps? Together. They draw Chara's hand down onto the culmination of their being, just as they let their own, free fingers lightly brush against the fragile fragments Chara has to offer in turn.
And they're right, they do feel something. Like a light tickle against the pads of their fingertips; touching something that holds it's own current. They don't cup or hold, just touch. Feather light, with the sense that if they pushed too hard, it-
Frisk refuses to push to hard. A soft noise, the only thing that can make it past the tightness in their throat. Encouragement, because it feels like they're so close to something.
Something that feels like Home.]
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Frisk and Chara. Together. Always together.
* We will follow each other to the End.
It's warm when Chara touches Frisk's SOUL. That was the one thing that Chara had not forgotten about being nestled in the other child's mind. It was warm, the kind of warmth that someone who could use FIGHT or MERCY had. And that, that there, was the end goal of this. What Chara couldn't explain with words.
They had no use for an angel or a demon. The position of a demon was taken by Chara, like it or not. But that wasn't it. They had no use for the perfect angel who Spared all the Monsters or the demon who slaughtered them all.
Chara wanted the one who made mistakes. They wanted the one who didn't Spare everything and who didn't kill everyone. The one who gave them pictures they had drawn, the one who cooked with Chara and held them when they were at their lowest. The one who will walk with them hand in hand until they meet their end.
Chara wanted Frisk. Their Frisk. Nobody else's. They could only hope that this was enough to get that point across.
The Fallen Child does not close their hand around Frisk's SOUL and instead keeps their own touch as light as Frisk's. They can feel things growing closer and closer, but they will go at Frisk's pace. A little at a time.]
This is you, my Partner.
[* You can't help but smile when you say that.]
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That's what they are, isn't it? Two children reach out, fingers brushing against matchboxes that have the power to do so many things. Just a spark, sometimes. A warm flame, like a balm to their tired bodies. A furious heat that could burn down an entire forest, leave nothing behind but ash and dust.
There's so many things they could be. It's you. It's me. It's us.
They'd met another Chara, once. So different from their own that it didn't really matter, if they were supposed to be the same person. They weren't. There was nothing that could convince Frisk of any other conclusion. That Chara had not been the one who scoped out a Spire, helped them select a new home. That Chara didn't cook with them; probably wouldn't enjoy the idea at all. Wouldn't give Frisk pictures they had drawn, or held them up when they were at their lowest. That Chara couldn't be the one who'd walk with them till the end.
Their Chara... the chipped and cracked and broken SOUL, that for a moment, for longer, for eternity- thinks the very same of them. Their Frisk. Not an angel or a demon, but the person Chara would hold hands with as they tipped the scales against their very existence.
This is you, my Partner.
How good.
How very, very good, that in that instance, they can't find a single fault line. Not a single note of hesitation, or fear. Just a love, deep and vibrant and red, warmer than anything they've felt in the longest time, and of course Frisk doesn't have the words for that. Of course they don't.
They do, however, have a laugh. Soft and light and for once, utterly care-free, as a smile stretches across their cheeks and their eyes blur with warmth that spills over into tracks down their cheeks.
A long time ago, they made the decision to never go back. No more Underground. No more power. No more choices that turned the tide of life and death. Frisk chose to be here with Chara. They chose to make a home.
They don't regret that choice at all.]
It's you.
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But despite this, despite everything, there would be no fault line when it came to Frisk. Chara had both love and LOVE for them and there was nothing that could change that. This Frisk was their own and if someone replaced them then Chara would follow their Partner wherever they went.
A long time ago, two children made the choice to walk up a mountain with the intention of never coming back. A child and a SOUL met and became one. They could be many things. It's you, it's me, it's us. But the important thing was that they were together.
Children were knives and they set forest fires. But Chara would stand in the bowls of hell and be cut to ribbons if it meant they could stay with Frisk.
They will never regret this choice.]
And I will always be there.
[There's no tears yet, just misty eyes and a smile that was wider than anything else. "I love you." Always a frightening phrase and Chara had once fought to hear it at least once on the Surface and then never again. But...
I love you Frisk.]
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There's a sharp sense of sorrow, that accompanies the thought. The idea that the world about them had been shaped in such a way to make them think they couldn't, shouldn't be here, that perhaps there are things there no one else has seen. The life Chara has to them, their humor. Their sense of justice. Of hope.
Stay Determined, says a voice in their mind. A voice that's always there, even now that Chara exists outside of them. Stay Determined.
They can't be entirely okay with Chara leaving the world behind, they think. Because part of them thinks of the way three people came, despite everything, and they know that Chara deserves more than just their love. Just their LOVE. Perhaps being part of them had broken Chara, a little.
Maybe that's okay, if being a part of Chara had broken Frisk a little, too.
So long as Chara doesn't regret it, then Frisk won't either. They won't hesitate anymore. "I love you". Chara doesn't say it out loud. Doesn't have to.
Frisk can feel it, with every fiber of their SOUL.
"I love you too," Frisk says, right back. With the very culmination of their being. It's okay if they broke each other a little more. Children were knives; they cut. But they were like forest fires too, burning down everything in their wake.
Leaving something new to grow.
Imagine a world where everything is the same, except the only thing that remains with you
is love.]
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They had not meant to survive their fall. Chara had gone up there with the intention to die and there's a small amount of irritation that lingers because they didn't. It turned out for both the best and the worst as they gained and ruined a loving family. Gained a Partner, a child that was broken in a different way. They were currently on the path to oblivion but Frisk still loved them anyways. Nothing could change that in the long run.
The Locket beats against their chest and their hand is warmed by Frisk's SOUL. Chara can hear Frisk's words in their own SOUL and for a moment it feels full. If being broken was the price to pay for being with Frisk then they'll take it. There isn't a toll that they wouldn't pay.
Because this is love. This is the love that Chara had wished for.
They hate wishes. But Chara can't help but wonder...if they had met Frisk a long time ago, how things would have turned out.
But for now they're content to stay like this for as long as Frisk wants. There's no hesitation in continuing any longer. No fear of rejection because of what their SOUL looked like. Just love.
Imagine a world where everything is the same, except the only thing that remains with you is love.
Chara doesn't have to imagine anymore.]
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Sometimes, if they're lucky, they get a tuToriel. Haha.
All good things end eventually. That's okay. They get to sit together and relish the lingering sensations; the knowledge that it's there, even when they can't feel it anymore.
It's probably imposing, but they lean over anyway. Bump their foreheads together gently; still something Chara can pull away from, without any restrictions. Eyes closed and smile seemingly permanent.
When was the last time they felt this loved?
Have they ever?]
...We'll go together.
I promise.
[They won't leave their Partner behind.]
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Continue. Always such a tired thing and you never get to quit. But this? Chara would happily do over and over.
There's the old reflex to pull back countered by that it would be rude because nobody likes a child who does that, and counter-countered by the fact that this was Frisk. There was always an out. And so Chara chooses to stay and closes their eyes. Smiles.
They've never been this loved. But now they have.]
* And I, your friend and Partner, will follow you to the utmost.
* I promise.
[Chara hated promises as much as wishes. But this time they can make an exception. They always will.]
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Well, now they have, haven't they? It's a funny thing, belief. They feel better than they have in a long time, regardless of how hard today has been. What transpired to lead them both here.
...They feel
Better, thinking about it. Can think about it, even if it's hard. Sans...
...]
Do you think monsters are really made out of love and compassion?
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But at the same time they couldn't ignore the ones who had attacked Frisk for their SOUL. Couldn't ignore the other dead children. It had been what they were trying to prevent but things went belly up. And so...]
I think Monsters are made out of more than just love and compassion. They have their strengths and flaws. It all depends on who they are.
[It makes them sound...well, human. And maybe that was the case. Maybe there would be a human out there that would look at two children like Frisk and Chara without scorn or pity. But that was long past.]
Why do you ask?
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[They could leave it at that, probably. Chara wouldn't ask any questions; accept Frisk's thoughts as their own. They wouldn't make any assumptions.
Which is precisely why Frisk says more, in the end.]
If monsters are made out of love...not just love, but- it's always part of them, then...
They wouldn't understand, would they? Why kids climb mountains.
[When you're made of love, you can't really understand it's absence, can you?]
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Until one day they had to explain a few times why exactly a child didn't want to be touched. Why, when Toriel and Asgore asked, they didn't trust adults. Why Chara stuck with sir and ma'am rather than Mom or Dad.
Why Chara was so, so relieved when they couldn't go back. And perhaps they never truly understood the whole thing in the end.]
....I had to explain. With Asriel and his family. So I agree. It would be difficult for them to understand.
[They...haven't asked why Frisk climbed. It was an unhappy reason, but why is different. And maybe, if Frisk allows it, they might ask in a minute or two.]
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Asriel said you didn't climb the mountain for a very happy reason.
[A statement, and not a question. They don't throw it out there with clear expectation of an answer; simply sharing what they'd already been told. What they'd already figured out all on their own, really. It didn't take much, to get that. Already knew Chara didn't like being touched.
Already knew they both didn't like sudden, loud noises. Some things are different, but the similarities ring clear enough.
They've never asked why Chara climbed. It was an unhappy reason, but why is different. Frisk will never ask. If Chara wants to share, they know they can share. If they don't, they know they don't have to.
Doesn't change that they're loved.]
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Chara didn't like to be touched. Didn't like sudden, loud noises. Didn't like people invading their room without their permission, which set off their yelling to begin with. Found having zero standards and expectations easier because they know how it feels to have a bar raised so high you can't touch it.
Knows how it feels that, when someone asks you to jump, you have to answer "How high?"
What defined a 'good child' was a smart, happy thing that stayed quiet. Who got good grades, who met everyone's expectations and never, ever embarrassed their parents. Silly things like preferences and panic was dust in the wind compared to those things. Forgive things like being pulled by the wrist so hard it left bruises, forgive your Father for throwing things because that's what you're supposed to do. Forgive the slaps to the face, the words and everything else.
This is love, Chara. We do these things because we love you.
Chara opens their eyes again.]
...I did not. I climbed the mountain because I...
[They don't want to go into details and they know that Frisk won't fault them for it. It's not for casual conversation, even if this was the farthest from 'casual' it could be. But they want to say at least something.]
...I was certain I would die where I was. And I could not stand the thing I was made into. I could not tolerate my own existence. One way or another....so at the very least I thought I could take back a measure of control for myself.
[If they were to die, then Chara would be the one to do it. That's all.
Chara looks at Frisk and tries to formulate a way to ask. They don't want to say "I assume" because that was more than rude. It was no accident that Frisk was there and they don't want to devaluate their choice. So, they'll just stick with this:]
May I ask why...?
[They don't have to say a single thing. But let it be known they tried.]
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They don't need to ask, but they think they can guess. Good kids- good kids are the ones who aren't heard, or seen. They don't cause trouble. They make people proud.
Frisk was never very good at that, either.]
...My mom's new boyfriend liked cigarettes. He smoked them in the house.
[Their fingers play with their sleeve gently, pulling at the fabric, here and there. There's still- there's still bumps, aren't there? Still raised circles of pink flesh. They don't know if they'll ever go away.]
I told my mom I wasn't coming home when I left.
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[Maybe not in so many words (other words, that weren't nearly as nice), but it meant the same thing, in the end. Finally. Good riddance.
After everything I've done for you.]
I thought if I could climb Mount Ebott, I could stay up there. It didn't sound so bad.
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[Chara had told Sans, back when Papyrus left, that there was no shame in taking a walk.
Taking a few minutes for yourself shouldn't be shamed. But when time was regulated the way it had been for Chara, they didn't have a chance. So they stole away into the night, out the back door one last time. They had run away before but it never stuck. But this time, nobody came.
Thank God nobody came.
Chara doesn't look at Frisk's sleeves and instead keeps their eyes on Frisk themselves. Cigarettes. Chara could remember the parties where people smoked and the room became compacted because they couldn't breathe. The stink wouldn't leave their nice clothing for a long time. But that's just what adults did. They smoked.
And Chara doesn't want to think about what that heat could do to skin.]
.....this is likely inappropriate. But in my opinion, she is missing out.
[Finally. Good riddance. After everything I've done for you.
Well, good riddance to you too.]
It's a beautiful place, isn't it? I liked it up there too.
[They had not gone up to the hole immediately. Stayed there until the sun rose and just let everything go quiet for awhile.
There's no shame in taking a walk. None at all.]
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[That's probably another thing monsters can't understand, huh?
How beautiful a place can be, when you think you're about to see it for the last time. When you look at the sky with it's orange and pink and purple hues, and the trees light up with the last rays of the sun; little, white gleams that dance along the tree lines. Every color seems new. Different, somehow.
Everything is different when you see it for the last time. Your feet slow, and your gaze lingers, because when you go, it's the last impression of the world you have left to take with you.
What better time for it, than when you're surrounded by a sense of peace. Until you can look at a vast, wide hole in front of you, and feel you shoulders slump, and think, with quiet, tired relief
how good.
There is no shame in taking a walk. None at all.]
People at school said there were deer on the mountain. I didn't see any.
Saaame here.
The idea that you are seeing the world one last time should be frightening. There are many in the world that have felt fear when they died, after all, and Death in general was considered a fearful beast.
Not many look Death in the eye and welcomed it into their home.
Chara had seen pictures of Mount Ebott before. History class and in books and so on, but that didn't do it justice. It was warm when they laid in the dirt and watched the moon sink and the sun rise. Watched the animals go about their business, never minding the child who was with them. The sound of the wind and they were pretty sure there was a stream somewhere. Chara never looked for it.
They had waited until the day was nearly over. That was their break, their walk, their time alone. And then Chara ran the rest of the way. Ran until they reached the cave that housed the hole.
Tossed one stone in because they felt like it and couldn't hear it hit the bottom. How good.
Turned around, walk a little ways away and ran forward. And that's what Determination turned on the self looked like.
It didn't end the way Chara had expected. But it ended, one way or another.]
I did not see any either, which is a shame. They are beautiful creatures. I could hear a stream somewhere, however. Did you see it?
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Most people didn't seem to like them, their eyes. Like dried blood.]
No...maybe it was gone? [Mountains change, after all. Between the eight of them, perhaps they'd all seen something entirely different. A deer. A rabbit. Flowers that they'd loved, dappled across the slopes. Deep, unforgiving snow.
It was meant to be the last sight two of them saw. Was it the same for the others?
Frisk hadn't run. They didn't really run at all, not even when their life was in danger. Looking down into that hole, they'd closed their eyes. Leaned forward, slowly, slowly. Until gravity took a hold, and they didn't need to lean at all.
For a few moments, it felt like flying.
And then momentum caught up with them, spinning their body into a cartwheel they couldn't control, and still, they kept their eyes closed. They'd meant to stay quiet until the very end.
What happened next was a little different.]
If we had to go back, for just a while... I hope it's there. On the mountain.
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Just one of those things humans thought of as bad. Pity.]
Or maybe in my old age, I am remembering incorrectly. [They laugh a little.] But I am sure it was there.
[A final picture for each of the children who climbed up the mountain. Who knows what everyone's reason was for going up there. All that remain of the children that came after Chara and before Frisk were the items they left behind. Enough of who they were came from them, which allowed Chara to say what they said about those items.
They had tripped on a route and kept their eyes open on the way down. The rage they had felt would have been enough to fuel the God herself for a year or so because it hadn't gone the way they wanted it to. One last request of the world and it said no. They fell and watched as the bottom raced up to meet them.
What happened next was a little different.]
Yes. I would like to see that view again.
[And as much as pictures had caused them so much trouble, Chara wanted to take one of that. That moment, before they started to run, when they saw the world above for the last time.
"Good-bye."]
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[Perhaps it was simply their upbringing, but Frisk had never thought read was a nice color, before. Not nice- not bad. It was just a color. Seeing their SOUL hadn't changed that; they were particular to pink and blue, and purple. Orange and greens, but...
Red, they think, glancing up at Chara. Red really isn't a bad color at all.
Funny, how they all fell in the exact, same place. Funnier still- they'd all survived. Even when they didn't want to.
And then most of them hadn't. With that second chance behind them...had any of them changed their minds?
What if some of them hadn't wanted to in the first place.]
...Then maybe we will.
[They'd never managed it before, but if, for any reason, they went back...Frisk would know. Chara would know, as well, and together- they'd have something to FIGHT for.
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[Okay maybe not. But it's good for a laugh.
Yellow and green were their favorite colors, even if it looked sickly on them. Surrounded themselves with colors that were dull and not eye-catching and then chanced the last few days to something brighter. Go out with a bang, even if it was a quiet affair.
All of them fell and survived. Even if they didn't want to.
It was something to wonder, if any of them changed their minds and came to regret. Chara didn't and Frisk may. It would be presumptuous to assume what the other children felt.]
Then one day we will see it again. Together.
[One way or another Chara knows that Frisk exits the mountain at the end, but not quite the way anyone expects. But it doesn't have to be due to a perfect ending or a freak accident. As long as their Frisk was beside them, then it would be okay.
Everything will be fine.]