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You've reached Frisk. If I'm not answering my phone, please leave a message or find me on the second floor, Room 12.

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[fulllifeconsequences]

Because we tried it your way, didn't we?

[Chara -- or Frisk -- or Chara and Frisk -- we, I, they? Someone reached for mercy, and Sans told them if they were really friends, they'd never come back. They did it all oh-so-perfect. Spared them all. Seems everyone is perfectly happy.]

You thought it was enough, didn't you? That I'd go away. Even I thought maybe it would be enough.

[The Underground would go empty. Everyone else was SAVED. Maybe Chara didn't need to be SAVED themselves, if everyone else was happy now. Maybe this was what their being SAVED looked like. Someone else doing what they'd failed so horrendously to do. Maybe what was left of them could sleep, could linger over the golden flowers with Asriel.]

But it wasn't. Not for me.

[Not exactly the greatest person.]

There's nothing to go back to. I must have always been empty. All it took was twenty minutes with a real person for him to realize I wasn't fit to be his friend.

[Their fingers have found the locket. Somehow, they wish it would stop beating. It feels heavy around their neck.]

Weren't you awake enough to notice, Frisk? Nobody thought I was human. Humans are the very worst thing there is, and they knew I was something even worse than that.

[determinedest]

Maybe if you try not killing people, you might actually enjoy it.

[Not to say that it's all Chara's fault for being the way they are, because something must've caused it. But after hitting that threshold, that point of no return, Chara must have also decided that there simply wasn't a going back after that. And Frisk isn't in the habit of believing that.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

[Chara almost rolls their eyes, but instead opts to not react at all. They let the locket go. They sit down on their bed.]

Nah.

[It's a complete and utter non-response. A stark contrast from how much they let be coaxed out of them a second ago. But you know what? Heard it before. Blah blah kill or be killed am bad thing for bad people blah bloo bloo don't do a violence. Like it's that simple and effortless, like LOVE is the only bad thing you can take from someone, like that's all it takes. Like it had never occurred to Chara before to try and be good.]

I don't enjoy anything.

[determinedest]

[Frisk, for their part, says nothing, but simply curls up on the bed and turns away. They doubt Chara wants to hear any more of Frisk's particular flavor of bland optimism, and forming a SAVE file right outside their door was last on the list of things they wanted to do, right up there with arguing with the sadistic brick wall they get to call their roommate.

It'll take a lot more than some butterscotch pie and flowers to fix this. A lot more.]