Who decided I was better off with LOVE? You weren't talking to me anymore. You know it wasn't you. Who gave you the Libra Orb in the first place? Who's the one that would've killed you if Sans hadn't showed up? Twice?
[Their hands have balled up into tiny fists. They were trying so, so hard to just - not lose their composure. To not let it slip away. But it's like an ache in their chest, and their bed is still there in Room 12, still empty, and the card still lying forlornly atop it, taped clumsily together, abandoned.]
When are you going to realize that it's when you leave that things get at their worst?
[Do they really need to yank up the sleeves of their shirt again and show them just how many pairs of scissors they've hidden away? Do they really need to tip over the wastebasket in their room and let the serrated edges of a soda can speak for themselves?]
Sans won't really talk to me anymore. Alphys hasn't talked to me in a month. And it's because they both decided the same thing you did.
They left me alone.
Everyone left me alone, Chara.
[What did they think would happen? That Frisk's many legions of friends would come to SAVE them? Mettaton wants nothing to do with them. The Pineses tried their best, but they had no idea where to start with a child that lacked determination but still had their memories intact.
But go ahead. Tell them they're safer and better off alone.
Tell them something they haven't already told themself a dozen times over.]
cw lil self-harm ref
[Their hands have balled up into tiny fists. They were trying so, so hard to just - not lose their composure. To not let it slip away. But it's like an ache in their chest, and their bed is still there in Room 12, still empty, and the card still lying forlornly atop it, taped clumsily together, abandoned.]
When are you going to realize that it's when you leave that things get at their worst?
[Do they really need to yank up the sleeves of their shirt again and show them just how many pairs of scissors they've hidden away? Do they really need to tip over the wastebasket in their room and let the serrated edges of a soda can speak for themselves?]
Sans won't really talk to me anymore. Alphys hasn't talked to me in a month. And it's because they both decided the same thing you did.
They left me alone.
Everyone left me alone, Chara.
[What did they think would happen? That Frisk's many legions of friends would come to SAVE them? Mettaton wants nothing to do with them. The Pineses tried their best, but they had no idea where to start with a child that lacked determination but still had their memories intact.
But go ahead. Tell them they're safer and better off alone.
Tell them something they haven't already told themself a dozen times over.]