Again, Frisk doesn't have the voice to respond. The thickness of their throat spreads into their chest as they feel a shock-wave hit their shoulders, race down their spine. They're gone. They're gone.
It's not that they don't believe Chara (of course they do. Two children stand on the edge of the cauldron to hell, neither is hesitating. They'll go together; their LOVE will end in hell) but they still have to- they have to go see, for themself. They have to confirm it with their own eyes, dropping their hand as they move away abruptly, into Chara's room and over to the nook that the two of them had agreed upon, together. Only they knew- they were the only ones who knew.
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Again, Frisk doesn't have the voice to respond. The thickness of their throat spreads into their chest as they feel a shock-wave hit their shoulders, race down their spine. They're gone. They're gone.
It's not that they don't believe Chara (of course they do. Two children stand on the edge of the cauldron to hell, neither is hesitating. They'll go together; their LOVE will end in hell) but they still have to- they have to go see, for themself. They have to confirm it with their own eyes, dropping their hand as they move away abruptly, into Chara's room and over to the nook that the two of them had agreed upon, together. Only they knew- they were the only ones who knew.
There's nothing there.]