standing on the edge of my broken dream, searching for some kind of peace [OPEN + CLOSED]

[determinedest]

Who: Frisk, some closed starters, and then YOU
Where: By the Rabbit Hole and then in gay baby jail
When: 12/27 and onward
Rating: PG-13 and up for a suicide attempt
Summary: The world turns on and on without me. This I know well. And yet I wonder. Despite seeing the same places, the people are never in the same spot. The only thing that remains is ȟ᷾̚ö͎᷆w͒̽̎ I̟᷿᷃ f̸̴᷾ͧ̑᷾͘e̯̮͖̓᷾ͧ͊l͈̭̼̟᷅̕͞l͏̶͆ͭ͊͌ͅ.
Story:

                                * Alphys might work faster.

* But the old Royal Scientist, Doctor ██▓░ █▓▓░▒▋?                         

* One day, he vanished without a trace.

                                                                                                * They say he shattered across ti̶͉̐me̺̻᷇ and s͕̥̃p̈́̾̇á̪̤c̨̙̿e̐̒͑.

                                          * Ha Ha...how can I say so without fear?

                                                                                                        * I'm holding a piece of him right h̷͔͖e̮̻̍re̲̾͟.

Comments

cw suicide attempt

[determinedest]

Oh, Chara. You think you taught them this? You think you taught them that which they haven't already taught themself? If you're quieter, they won't hit you as hard. If you shrink down and make yourself implacable, they won't have barbed jabs with which to sting you. If you shrug off the harsh words with a wave and a smile, you're a good child.

Frisk's response whip-cracks across the frozen air, even as they're dragged back to their starting point. Chara's SAVE point. If they could SAVE over them, or if their Mirror could - but no, the Mirror's SAVEs only affect those on their side of the glass.

"Like SPELL?"

Won't get far mashing a button mindlessly. So what now, Chara? You're advising them again? You're helping them?

Children, as they know, are knives.

A familiar, blank stare, the expressionlessness of the face they wore Underground. Their tight, Determined mask. You can't touch them, Chara. You can't touch someone with nothing left to lose.

"I am holding you to your word at all times," they respond in turn. "Not just when you're at your best. You cannot force things to immediately be how they were before."

You think you are above consequences, Chara?

Then watch this.

Children are knives, and children carry knives. For safety. For protection. So no one can touch you unkindly ever again.

And sometimes, they carry them for other reasons.

You think that after everything, they wouldn't bring a back-up plan?

[fulllifeconsequences]

It's an answer.

Not one that's going to last very long, though.

Surely Frisk can recognize that's a waste of time. Surely Frisk remembers what Chara promised. Surely Frisk knows that waiting three days to continue this conversation would inconvenience Sans greatly, would mean the rabbit hole they sought moving somewhere else.

Oh well. Undo.