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fulllifeconsequences) wrote2036-02-05 12:12 am
fulllifeconsequences) wrote2036-02-05 12:12 am
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Speak.
[Wow okay cool voicemail there Chara. Voice/text/video away to your heart's content.]
[Wow okay cool voicemail there Chara. Voice/text/video away to your heart's content.]
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What did they hate most about humanity? "Not my problem." Crying out for help, and nobody comes. "Are you sure you weren't leading them on?" Like they must have been asking for it. Imposing a barrier on a people who did nothing wrong, purely out of fear for what they might, hypothetically, do. Expecting them to be the ones to take up the task of fixing that barrier, instead of surrendering SOULs in willing repentance. Shifting blame to whomever happened to be powerless enough that they couldn't protest it. If it's not them, it won't be anyone.
Besides, Frisk knows what they've both been taught. If you've got some kind of special power... well, they get it, right? If they've got the gall to not even be human, to just walk around masquerading as something that's supposed to be here... there must have been a reason for it. There must be some role they were meant to fulfill. Otherwise... why are you even alive? They shouldn't exist. They're supposed to be dead. They should be burning in hell.]
Falling first isn't the luxury you might expect it to be.
[Being a boss monster, though... they can't argue that. Ha ha.
They tell themselves to stay still, to bunch their hands up into tight fists and use every second of ache as their nails dig into the meat of their palms as a chain-link fence. Don't touch. Don't touch. They don't want comfort, they don't need it, they hate touch, they think this is stupid.
But they reach out and seize Frisk's hands with a desperation they don't understand.
They regret it almost immediately. Hate that they could clamp onto bandaged, fragile fingers with all the abhorrent, vicious strength their fists are so full of. Hate that they're so clingy, so attention-starved, so dramatic, so manipulative. Have some self-control, Chara. You're supposed to be in control, are you not?]
I'm just - I'm sick of it being like this.
[The worst human who fell, the worst Chara, the worst sibling. The worst.]
How else do we make it any better?
[It has to be them that can make it better, right?
Otherwise... otherwise the answer is that nobody will make it better. That it's always going to be this, and that's inescapable.]
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Falling first doesn't seem to end well for anyone, much less that other Frisk. It all still ended in blood and dust and pain, didn't it? Asriel still died. The first human was still chained to the eighth's SOUL. There was no escaping it. No escaping fate.
Anyone who would claim that Frisk would not have made Chara's mistakes, that they wouldn't have fallen just as hard and hurt just as much. Shattered the Dreemurrs apart, the spear that drove them all apart, that tore away monsters' hopes and dreams. The future that darkened everything.
* Still just you, Frisk.
They work their fingers between Chara's, folding them over their knuckles, holding them tightly, palm to palm.]
I know. I know.
But it's not...all bad, is it? Sometimes it hurts. But sometimes it - it doesn't.
[And it doesn't hurt as much, when they know someone else is here with them. Someone who understands.]
You're it, Chara. You're the Chara that's always been here, with me. We're partners, right? SOULmates.
That's the best thing I could ask for.
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They focus on the bridge of their conjoined hands. They breathe. They try to let go of whatever has clenched itself around their hollow chest.
Sometimes it doesn't hurt.]
I am happy that you tried to give me this.
[It didn't... work out as planned, ha ha. This pie didn't have butter in it. They wish it could have been more satisfying for Frisk, more fulfilling, a better payoff than a lot of pain. But...]
I'm happy you thought of me.
[They aren't even supposed to be feeling at all, but Frisk still thought of how Chara might have been feeling, didn't they?]
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We can try again later.
[They're not giving up on this, and they're not giving up on Chara. It can work, they know it can. With enough determination, you can do just about anything, can't you? And they're not just like any other human. They're Chara. They're special beyond measure.]
Ask Toriel about it, maybe. I think maybe she could...teach you for real.
[You didn't get this far by giving up, did you?]