...meaningless, in the end. You can dig and look for meaning in anything but you have to be prepared to find nothing. Like trying to find something in a man that was epitome of nothingness and an existence like a paper knife. What little he felt was consumed by white.
So sure, Frisk is right. It has nothing to do with being happy. But it has nothing to do with fear or sadness either.
* It's just you.
By now the remaining monkey has gotten the idea that just because it was just a child and a strange creature meant they were ripe for the pickings was very, very wrong and tried to beat a retreat. But the Batter isn't interested in letting it go and he is still very fast.
A hand clamps against the monkey's throat and squeezes, a combination of using its own momentum against it and an application of Magic Homerun that snap its neck. Claws dig into flesh and tear the creature's throat out
...and they scream "Pity us, pity us!" as their organs are torn out and spatter against the floor and he continues. He can't stop, we can't stop, we can't stop we can't escape--
...he needs to stop thinking of the past. No more. It's over.]
cw continues
...meaningless, in the end. You can dig and look for meaning in anything but you have to be prepared to find nothing. Like trying to find something in a man that was epitome of nothingness and an existence like a paper knife. What little he felt was consumed by white.
So sure, Frisk is right. It has nothing to do with being happy. But it has nothing to do with fear or sadness either.
* It's just you.
By now the remaining monkey has gotten the idea that just because it was just a child and a strange creature meant they were ripe for the pickings was very, very wrong and tried to beat a retreat. But the Batter isn't interested in letting it go and he is still very fast.
A hand clamps against the monkey's throat and squeezes, a combination of using its own momentum against it and an application of Magic Homerun that snap its neck. Claws dig into flesh and tear the creature's throat out
...and they scream "Pity us, pity us!" as their organs are torn out and spatter against the floor and he continues. He can't stop, we can't stop, we can't stop we can't escape--
...he needs to stop thinking of the past. No more. It's over.]
Purification complete.
[Isn't it fun to win?]