[A moment before the dark peal of laughter, the light over Frisk's chest sputters tumultuously, and they look over just as it sounds. Squeezing her hand again -- this time out of anxiety, not reassurance -- they take off the very moment she does, releasing her as soon as the twin glow of red lights up the distant dark.]
[They feel it ͔̩̝͎̪͕̪c͘o҉ǹ̤n͚e̬͝ͅc͕̠̠t̯͚͖ͅ with an ugly, sparking twist of]
[ha ha]
[-- fall to their knees right in front of their Partner, one hand ungluing from its violent twist in their shirt so they can extend both trembling palms out to Chara. Their breaths are heaving despite only having run a short distance; it's the effort of maintaining a connection like this, the feeling of knives and pointed bone-shards inside them, the way their SOULs flicker like lightbulbs near the end of functionality.]
[Their eyes, shadowed and quiet, flicker up to Tim. Briefly. And then they're back down to Chara.]
[When they speak, however, their words are solely in response to Lup.]
no subject
[They feel it ͔̩̝͎̪͕̪c͘o҉ǹ̤n͚e̬͝ͅc͕̠̠t̯͚͖ͅ with an ugly, sparking twist of]
[-- fall to their knees right in front of their Partner, one hand ungluing from its violent twist in their shirt so they can extend both trembling palms out to Chara. Their breaths are heaving despite only having run a short distance; it's the effort of maintaining a connection like this, the feeling of knives and pointed bone-shards inside them, the way their SOULs flicker like lightbulbs near the end of functionality.]
[Their eyes, shadowed and quiet, flicker up to Tim. Briefly. And then they're back down to Chara.]
[When they speak, however, their words are solely in response to Lup.]
Go.
[Find your brother.]