ic inbox

[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.

( text | audio | video | or literally anything )

Comments

[determinedest]

[They drag themselves upright, half upright, staring dazedly at the mirror, their eyes at half-mast, trying to look past the thick wetness of tears and drying blood and it's so stupid, they're so stupid, pretending they're the one in pain when they're not, they're not. They're just some dumb dramatic kid pretending they're more important than they are.

Not Chara's best friend. Not anymore.

Not Chara's family. Not anymore.

Not Chara's partner. Not anymore.

Nothing. Nothing. Grind it all to dust. Stamp it out. Reaching, groping for a resonance that hums its approval as their fingers close around it but it doesn't.

Breathe, breathe.

Not so fast. Breathe.

They breathe.

They get it under control.]