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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]

That's the one less traveled by? Is ketchup-hurling a popular pastime here and I'm just not aware of it?

[determinedest]

In your case, maybe it means not taking this opportunity to mess with Sans?

[Kind of some skewed reasoning there, Frisk.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

You... you're right, Frisk. He's done nothing to deserve more stress and hassle. Things have... things have really been hard on everyone, huh?

[And they smile, softly, a little hesitantly. They start to lower the bottle and...]

Nah, I'm just kidding, that logic sucks.

[False alarm, fucko! They wind up and chuck that sucker at the mansion.

It sails in a beautiful arc, and it

holy fuck IT SMASHES SANS' WINDOW

THE WINDOW GOES TO FUCKING PIECES

There's the distant sound of the bottle exploding against the floor. Or the wall. Or some furniture. Or Sans' 1-HP-ass face.

wh

whoops]

[determinedest]

[Frisk almost falls for it and almost relaxes but they see what's going to happen before it does even if they can do nothing to stop it but watch and clutch their face in both hands, horrified.

They stand there, paralyzed in shock for a solid minute.

A solid minute and a half.

Then, finally, Frisk finds their voice again.]

...Charaaaaaaaa

[fulllifeconsequences]

[Chara stares up into the broken-glass abyss. Then, slowly, elegantly, they bunch together the necks of the remaining ketchup bottles in one fist.

And they spike them on the ground and shriek.]

SCATTER.

[Then they neatly turn and SPRINT THE HELL OUT]

[determinedest]

[Frisk...Frisk just stands there in a state of mute shock, their shoes liberally coated in ketchup as Chara wisely bolts.

They are going to have to do so much explaining for this one.]