[Frisk...lies there. Lets the vibrating hum of pain fill their bones, if they have any that are still bones and not simply code or the digital tearing of something clawlike across a video screen. Tries, tries to discern if it's any different from the agony's that's become ever-present since it happened.
Since it happened. Their brain thick with white fuzzing static, impossible to think through. Like peering through snow.
They look up, and their eyes are too many colors and every color, flicking through every single one until they settle upon - black. Black pupils, black irises, black sclera.]
15059: SCR_TEXTTYPE 15060: Frisk!/ 15061: This is all just& a bad dream...!/ 15062: Please^1, wake up...!/%%
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Since it happened. Their brain thick with white fuzzing static, impossible to think through. Like peering through snow.
They look up, and their eyes are too many colors and every color, flicking through every single one until they settle upon - black. Black pupils, black irises, black sclera.]
15059: SCR_TEXTTYPE
15060: Frisk!/
15061: This is all just& a bad dream...!/
15062: Please^1, wake up...!/%%