[Did Chara ever feel alone, being the only human in the Underground? Humans may have vastly outnumbered monsters, but with the two segregated so utterly by the barrier, that mattered little in the small, enclosed world they had to live in, didn't it?
Ha ha... how silly of him. Why are they always the first thing on his mind? Why does every little thing that he sees always seem to remind him of them, of their smile, of their mischief, of their sorrow. Not so good at letting go, is he? Goes to all the trouble of making a big, wise, speech, and yet... is he really all that different from Flowey now? Still not past the aching longing for someone who understood what he felt. For someone who knew what it was like to be hurt so bad it hollowed you out.
The only human in the Underground, the only monster on the Surface, neither human nor monster in a world where the kind of soul you had defined you... they were never just that to each other when they were together. They were only... friends.]
There really is something to be said for being able to look at even just one person and say "I'm not the only one who's like this," isn't there?
If... you ever do feel alone... you can call for me, you know. That's what being friends is about, right? Making the sad things not feel so sad.
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[Did Chara ever feel alone, being the only human in the Underground? Humans may have vastly outnumbered monsters, but with the two segregated so utterly by the barrier, that mattered little in the small, enclosed world they had to live in, didn't it?
Ha ha... how silly of him. Why are they always the first thing on his mind? Why does every little thing that he sees always seem to remind him of them, of their smile, of their mischief, of their sorrow. Not so good at letting go, is he? Goes to all the trouble of making a big, wise, speech, and yet... is he really all that different from Flowey now? Still not past the aching longing for someone who understood what he felt. For someone who knew what it was like to be hurt so bad it hollowed you out.
The only human in the Underground, the only monster on the Surface, neither human nor monster in a world where the kind of soul you had defined you... they were never just that to each other when they were together. They were only... friends.]
There really is something to be said for being able to look at even just one person and say "I'm not the only one who's like this," isn't there?
If... you ever do feel alone... you can call for me, you know. That's what being friends is about, right? Making the sad things not feel so sad.