Their existence has been nothing but time to think about what they've done, ha ha.
They know what the right thing to do is. The most right person they ever knew already warned them about this, already begged them to do what they're supposed to.
Let them go. Let them be happy. Let Frisk live their life.
They know they can't vanish. That hurt Frisk. They've hurt Frisk enough already. They have to keep existing, can't make it into some kind of melodramatic tiring attention-seeking. Can't cut themself out completely. Have to linger at the periphery.
They find Frisk nibbling a square of chocolate. Don't understand, because Frisk doesn't especially like chocolate. Worry, for the thousandth time, that some hateful little vestige of Chara still lurks within them, incubating like a disease.
They sit down at the opposite end of the table. They fold their hands neatly on top of it.]
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Their existence has been nothing but time to think about what they've done, ha ha.
They know what the right thing to do is. The most right person they ever knew already warned them about this, already begged them to do what they're supposed to.
Let them go. Let them be happy. Let Frisk live their life.
They know they can't vanish. That hurt Frisk. They've hurt Frisk enough already. They have to keep existing, can't make it into some kind of melodramatic tiring attention-seeking. Can't cut themself out completely. Have to linger at the periphery.
They find Frisk nibbling a square of chocolate. Don't understand, because Frisk doesn't especially like chocolate. Worry, for the thousandth time, that some hateful little vestige of Chara still lurks within them, incubating like a disease.
They sit down at the opposite end of the table. They fold their hands neatly on top of it.]
Frisk. We are not friends anymore.