That little moment, on the beach. A time in which Frisk was Determined, and --
-- DdettermSPRs̴̬̘̻͍͉ ͇͎̣̰̰ͅ save, and --
-- Chara doubles over, like they've just been punched in the gut.
Frisk doesn't. They suck in a breath, thin and sharp behind their mask, and stagger, catching themself on one foot as if shoved from behind. Both hands fly up to their chest and intercept a wild flash of red light that blinks rapidly over their sweater like a shattered neon bulb.
They remain silent, poised like a statue long after the light fades and a sharp, electric stink of ozone fills the void instead.
u hecked up
-- DdettermSPRs̴̬̘̻͍͉ ͇͎̣̰̰ͅ save, and --
-- Chara doubles over, like they've just been punched in the gut.
Frisk doesn't. They suck in a breath, thin and sharp behind their mask, and stagger, catching themself on one foot as if shoved from behind. Both hands fly up to their chest and intercept a wild flash of red light that blinks rapidly over their sweater like a shattered neon bulb.
They remain silent, poised like a statue long after the light fades and a sharp, electric stink of ozone fills the void instead.