I think we took each other for granted, a little bit.
[They say it with the tone of dawning realization. Every figure they met in their journey was a predetermined thing, from the same jokes and puns to the same monsters. Papyrus always leaves a plate of frozen spaghetti. Shyren always hides in a corner. There's always that oddly foreboding shape at the end of a golden hallway.
Constants and variables.]
I mean, we just kind of...everything else was set in place. So why should either of us be any different?
[Permanent fixtures in a malleable storyline. Frisk is always a confused tangle of striped shirt and cloudy past, and Chara is always a voice with an asterisk, commenting idly on things as they happen. Funny how they never stopped to question. Maybe that just never showed up in their ACT menu.]
Excellent Coding, Very Good
[They say it with the tone of dawning realization. Every figure they met in their journey was a predetermined thing, from the same jokes and puns to the same monsters. Papyrus always leaves a plate of frozen spaghetti. Shyren always hides in a corner. There's always that oddly foreboding shape at the end of a golden hallway.
Constants and variables.]
I mean, we just kind of...everything else was set in place. So why should either of us be any different?
[Permanent fixtures in a malleable storyline. Frisk is always a confused tangle of striped shirt and cloudy past, and Chara is always a voice with an asterisk, commenting idly on things as they happen. Funny how they never stopped to question. Maybe that just never showed up in their ACT menu.]