They're here because they wanted to do something nice for someone they loved. Wanted to make them feel happy, included. Did it fail? Did it backfire? They hurt, a little bit, but mostly they just feel odd, on the verge of dying and not. Dying and simultaneously feeling fine, better than fine, stronger than they've ever been.
Why are they here?
They look at Chara, really look at them and how they're so scared and worried and how they must be blaming themself for this, of course they are, it's precisely what Frisk would do. They look at them and...
* Maybe you can SAVE something else.
SAVE themself?
But they're not worth SAVING.
It had been SAVING someone else that had spurred them on, having someone who could feed those memories of Asriel into them and remind them how he was kind, how he was gentle, how he had smiled and drawn pictures with them and been safe.
SAVE something else.
SAVE the person that knitted a hat with soft ears and horns, like a Dreemurr. The person that offered them a square of chocolate and a juicebox and fought bitterly through everything the world threw at them just to keep Frisk safe. The person that balanced inexpertly on their shoulders with a trenchcoat wrapped around the pair of them, that hissed that you're my family as if it were simply a given, that wears their bracelet always. They imagine...imagine that they need SAVING. Don't they?
They look at Chara with a strange wonderment.
And just like that, it opens to them, pulsing and variegated and glowing.
Their hand hovers over the button hesitantly, almost reverently, until at last:
* SAVE.
Their SOUL fills with a peculiar light, and the room's colors flood back into existence, coloring away the encounter with its shades of black-and-white and green.]
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[* You think about why you're here...
They're here because they wanted to do something nice for someone they loved. Wanted to make them feel happy, included. Did it fail? Did it backfire? They hurt, a little bit, but mostly they just feel odd, on the verge of dying and not. Dying and simultaneously feeling fine, better than fine, stronger than they've ever been.
Why are they here?
They look at Chara, really look at them and how they're so scared and worried and how they must be blaming themself for this, of course they are, it's precisely what Frisk would do. They look at them and...
* Maybe you can SAVE something else.
SAVE themself?
But they're not worth SAVING.
It had been SAVING someone else that had spurred them on, having someone who could feed those memories of Asriel into them and remind them how he was kind, how he was gentle, how he had smiled and drawn pictures with them and been safe.
SAVE something else.
SAVE the person that knitted a hat with soft ears and horns, like a Dreemurr. The person that offered them a square of chocolate and a juicebox and fought bitterly through everything the world threw at them just to keep Frisk safe. The person that balanced inexpertly on their shoulders with a trenchcoat wrapped around the pair of them, that hissed that you're my family as if it were simply a given, that wears their bracelet always. They imagine...imagine that they need SAVING. Don't they?
They look at Chara with a strange wonderment.
And just like that, it opens to them, pulsing and variegated and glowing.
Their hand hovers over the button hesitantly, almost reverently, until at last:
* SAVE.
Their SOUL fills with a peculiar light, and the room's colors flood back into existence, coloring away the encounter with its shades of black-and-white and green.]