[Frisk says the words gently, and as if that's what their body had been waiting for, there's a rush as the feeling returns to their SOUL and the rest of them, the reality that grounds them and roots them firmly back into the way they know existence should feel. No longer just outside their body or a few inches to the left of it. There, present. Real.
Frisk steps forward, one hand half-raised, their brow furrowing with concern.
Chara, they know, isn't okay. They'll find a way to twist this around into blaming themselves, they know it. They know it because it's precisely what Frisk would do.]
It's okay. It's fine. It didn't work, but that doesn't mean - I mean, that's because maybe we didn't know how to work it.
[Trying a SPELL option that until recently didn't technically exist, and without any real basis to what spell they were casting. Of course it didn't go right. It wouldn't have. Right?]
no subject
[Frisk says the words gently, and as if that's what their body had been waiting for, there's a rush as the feeling returns to their SOUL and the rest of them, the reality that grounds them and roots them firmly back into the way they know existence should feel. No longer just outside their body or a few inches to the left of it. There, present. Real.
Frisk steps forward, one hand half-raised, their brow furrowing with concern.
Chara, they know, isn't okay. They'll find a way to twist this around into blaming themselves, they know it. They know it because it's precisely what Frisk would do.]
It's okay. It's fine. It didn't work, but that doesn't mean - I mean, that's because maybe we didn't know how to work it.
[Trying a SPELL option that until recently didn't technically exist, and without any real basis to what spell they were casting. Of course it didn't go right. It wouldn't have. Right?]
...are you okay?