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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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[determinedest]

Stop saying that.

[The word tears out of their throat in broken, breathless staccato. Stop acting like it's your fault.

It's not funny. It's not.

Frisk gets up slowly, shoulders hunching, their good hand wrapped around their middle, gripping the opposite arm.]

I'll come back. I'll come back later. But I can't - [Throat hitches. Again. Swallow it aside.] - I can't do this. Not now.

[undetermined]

[Yeah, they dumped the real Chara when they got inconvenient, too. Bigger problems to worry about.]

* Okay.
* Sorry.

[determinedest]

[They're predictable. So predictable. They're mumbling apologies between their teeth as they stumble out of the room. They leave a reddened smear on the doorknob. They don't care.]