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[determinedest]

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]

[Asked to make a choice. They feel so scrambled, so utterly in bits, that they just stare, take far too long to reach a decision on what should be a very simple question to answer. Their choice made it worse, after all, didn't it? They crumbled, and it almost cost Asriel his life. Just like back home, right?

The comfort of a kitchen beckons to them. The grounding, soothing order of clear steps to follow, of focusing on doing something with your hands. Don't be alone, don't be tempted to pick up where you left off and beat yourself back into some semblance of order. Think they want to keep holding on to...

Oh. Um. Bite their lip, order their grip on Frisk's hand to ease up. Why are they always so vicious? Why is it painful force that comes to them instinctively instead of gentleness? Horrible. Absolutely horrible.]

I... he's better now, but I don't think... Asriel should have to be alone. But I also don't think I should see him. I don't... I don't want to make it worse again.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want.

[determinedest]

I don't think you're making anything worse, Chara.

[They shouldn't give themselves so much credit, after all - every one of them was a little messed up to start with, Frisk thinks. The combination of them together, though...

They're all kind of their own separate time bombs, aren't they?]

I can check on him, or...or Toriel can. If it's that bad, maybe it'd help.

[didntknowbest]

It is late- having me barging in on them now, unprovoked as far as they know could be... uncomfortable for them, I think.

I will talk to Asriel later. For now, you can go ahead and keep messaging them- allow them to sleep if they need be.

[Toriel pauses as she looks down at Chara clinging to Frisk's hand. Had considered offering a hug, but... don't want to force Chara to choose between her and their friend.]

You can take as long as you need to think about it, Chara. I will help in any way that I can.

[fulllifeconsequences]

[One hand in Frisk's, the other clutching their phone. Keeps them from reaching for a Locket they have no right to cradle, no right to be grounded by. Remember to breathe. Breathe. Don't be the least chill person in the room. Don't be crazy, Chara.]

...You're right. It's a pretty unreasonable hour of the morning. Let's make breakfast, shall we?

[There. Nice and calm. Doubt they'd get any knife duty, but it wouldn't be so bad to get a few things out of their system cracking eggs or... or maybe they could knead bread dough until their arms are sore.

Deep breath. Hold, count to three, release. They let go of Frisk's hand, shuffle to Toriel. ...Immediately look back at Frisk.]

Do you want to come with...? Or... or see if Asriel's... um. You're safe for him. He feels like you're safe.

[determinedest]

Maybe, but...

[They glance furtively in Toriel's direction, as if asking her permission. They'd understand, after all, if she wouldn't feel safe having them around her child.

But they squeeze Chara's hand a little tighter, just for a moment, a brief little pulse of comfort.]

You guys can go make breakfast, if you want. I can make sure, he's...

[They bend, scoop up the remains of the bike lock and twist it between the fingers of their free hand.]

I mean, we could always give him this?