Things like this, after all, are what happen when they aren't close to Frisk. They stop clinging in the Deep Roads, and a SOUL cracks. They run away from everyone when Asriel appears, and they find Frisk sleeping in a library with a pair of scissors. They don't anchor themselves to Frisk's side, and their mirror does... does this. Because Frisk doesn't carry a weapon, doesn't defend themselves, needs someone else to be cruel and FIGHT on their behalf.
It's almost starting to feel like clockwork. Put down their knitting - a pink sleeve-to-be so wide that they need circular needles just to hold all the stitches - and smash the covered-up mirror with the butt of the Real Knife. This time, they end up waffling about retreating back to their half of the room. Just sort of... stand there, fidgeting with their sleeves.]
action, backdated to maybe like 9/12
Things like this, after all, are what happen when they aren't close to Frisk. They stop clinging in the Deep Roads, and a SOUL cracks. They run away from everyone when Asriel appears, and they find Frisk sleeping in a library with a pair of scissors. They don't anchor themselves to Frisk's side, and their mirror does... does this. Because Frisk doesn't carry a weapon, doesn't defend themselves, needs someone else to be cruel and FIGHT on their behalf.
It's almost starting to feel like clockwork. Put down their knitting - a pink sleeve-to-be so wide that they need circular needles just to hold all the stitches - and smash the covered-up mirror with the butt of the Real Knife. This time, they end up waffling about retreating back to their half of the room. Just sort of... stand there, fidgeting with their sleeves.]
Frisk, would you...
[Like a juice box? Ha ha. Real helpful.]
How is it feeling?