Hurting? Them? Pfft. Laughable. You don't get to call it "hurting" when you bring it on yourself. When you make things be like this. You call it "just desserts." You call it "karmic retribution." Calling it hurting would just be - it'd just be manipulative, wouldn't it? Making it all about poor Chara, like they're some helpless innocent baby.
They shove the thought aside. Stare down at the counter.
"It's a long story. It'll probably bore you," they attempt to joke. But... they're long past the point of trying to hide their mistakes, aren't they? Completely given up on making it a secret of what a horrible creature they really are.
"It started on Halloween. Frisk became... me," they begin. He probably remembers people turning into their costumes. Try to sound disinterested, offhand, like it's as easy for them to comprehend as it is for everyone else. Like they can actually grasp whether they were real or the Chara within Frisk was, or if they're both fake, or if that was actually them inside there, and the shell walking around here now is nothing but a - a hallucination. The kind of thing crazy people like you would see, right, Chara? Ha ha. "The real me. LV 19. Seeking to destroy anyone and everyone it saw."
That's what they are, after all. A parasite dwelling inside of Frisk. A demon, summoned to slaughter indiscriminately. "I... felt I should take responsibility. Stop it before it killed." It had always been the right thing to do. Pull out all the stops to kill the demon. Save the world from an invader that would obliterate it.
But that's not right, is it? Sans had pointed out what they were really doing. Being so eager to hurt themself that they hurt someone else. Someone innocent. "I... ha ha, that charming little phase where Frisk was broken? My fault. My doing. Sans and Alphys cured them of it eventually, but it reduced Frisk to the hollow shell they have been for a month or so. They have not been themself for so long entirely because they were trying to recover from the damage my influence left."
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They shove the thought aside. Stare down at the counter.
"It's a long story. It'll probably bore you," they attempt to joke. But... they're long past the point of trying to hide their mistakes, aren't they? Completely given up on making it a secret of what a horrible creature they really are.
"It started on Halloween. Frisk became... me," they begin. He probably remembers people turning into their costumes. Try to sound disinterested, offhand, like it's as easy for them to comprehend as it is for everyone else. Like they can actually grasp whether they were real or the Chara within Frisk was, or if they're both fake, or if that was actually them inside there, and the shell walking around here now is nothing but a - a hallucination. The kind of thing crazy people like you would see, right, Chara? Ha ha. "The real me. LV 19. Seeking to destroy anyone and everyone it saw."
That's what they are, after all. A parasite dwelling inside of Frisk. A demon, summoned to slaughter indiscriminately. "I... felt I should take responsibility. Stop it before it killed." It had always been the right thing to do. Pull out all the stops to kill the demon. Save the world from an invader that would obliterate it.
But that's not right, is it? Sans had pointed out what they were really doing. Being so eager to hurt themself that they hurt someone else. Someone innocent. "I... ha ha, that charming little phase where Frisk was broken? My fault. My doing. Sans and Alphys cured them of it eventually, but it reduced Frisk to the hollow shell they have been for a month or so. They have not been themself for so long entirely because they were trying to recover from the damage my influence left."