Their lips crack into a right-cornered smile, brief and pained and merciless.
"I'm just pieces of other people. I wear pajamas that look like Alphys. I draw in notebooks like someone with perseverance. I play music because I heard about a ghost that liked it. I'm not really...me, or you, or anyone. I'm just parts of everyone else."
A small, incremental lift of their shoulders. They don't talk like this so much, huh? They don't.
But Wonderland does.
"I don't know what else to be. And being someone I love is better than being Frisk."
So don't take it too hard.
At least they're fair about the pieces of other people they appropriate. At least they do it to everyone, instead of Just Me.
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Their lips crack into a right-cornered smile, brief and pained and merciless.
"I'm just pieces of other people. I wear pajamas that look like Alphys. I draw in notebooks like someone with perseverance. I play music because I heard about a ghost that liked it. I'm not really...me, or you, or anyone. I'm just parts of everyone else."
A small, incremental lift of their shoulders. They don't talk like this so much, huh? They don't.
But Wonderland does.
"I don't know what else to be. And being someone I love is better than being Frisk."
So don't take it too hard.
At least they're fair about the pieces of other people they appropriate. At least they do it to everyone, instead of Just Me.