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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]

[Feels like they're dying. Wish they were dying. Anything to get away from this, anything to hide from it for just a little while. Wants to laugh, it wants to scream, it - big kids don't cry, they haven't cried yet, they won't cry - it can't do anything but try to beat its clenched throat into submission, force this wretched useless body to behave somehow, shout it into stopping this, put it on its leash.

Frisk's voice is distant and muffled, somewhere over to their left where the phone fell. Wouldn't be able to make out the words, but it knows that it has heard these words before.

Are they... is this punishment? You're doing this on purpose, Chara, doing it for attention. Don't deserve pity for these theatrics you've brought onto yourself. Do you? Even the things you love can condemn you. Should condemn you. You're going to have even more blood on your filthy, rotted hands. You're going to kill Frisk. You're driving them to this. They're going to disappear. They're never going to be happy.

Chara tries to spit out that they're a memory, that no True Reset can wipe them away - they know of the man who speaks in hands, after all, and doesn't Frisk claim the only reason they know things like that too is because of Chara's influence bleeding into them? Chara tries to repeat that they'll tell, that they're going to make sure everyone stops this from happening. Chara tries to shriek for them to stop this, stop it right now, they can't bear this.

Chara can't speak. Wrestles for breath. Too disastrous to put words together, no matter how urgent or distressed. It gropes frantically for the fallen phone. Tries, tries again, can't.



They hang up.]