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[fulllifeconsequences]

Speak.

[Wow okay cool voicemail there Chara. Voice/text/video away to your heart's content.]

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[determinedest]

[Frisk's hands drop to their sides, slack and disappointed. They don't want to turn this into another battle for who can SAVE over whoever's chosen path.]

You're sure he was human, or monster?

[They step forward, slowly. Not blocking the way, not following. Not yet.]

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Maybe he was a demon too. Who knows?

[They wipe the knife off on their sleeve. Let's be real, that sleeve's gonna be a stained mess anyway.]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to tempt me to target something I knew was a human or monster. Just to be sure.

[determinedest]

I'm still figuring out how things work here either, remember?

[And they hate the feeling that this entire episode has led them into, like everything's spinning hopelessly out of their control. They're not used to not being able to dictate their own path anymore. Being like this, two separate entities - it's harder.]

You don't have to do this.

[So cliché. Like they haven't said this a million times before.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

Don't I?

[Over and over and over again. Everything in their life adheres to that phrase: over and over. On the surface. Underground. In Asriel's body. In Frisk's. In their own. Things always end the same. They were set on these tired old rails the moment they were called to this world. They just. Don't care anymore. Too late to say sorry. Always was.

What's the alternative, anyway? A fruit basket and a nice "sorry for stabbing you" card? Looking very sorry and trying to explain they were attacked, not the other way around? If Frisk, a being made of excuses and pacifism and free passes, thinks they're the one to blame, then who in all of Wonderland would?

They step to the door. Better things to do, or something like that.]

[determinedest]

No. You don't.

[Another step. Still achingly slow.]

He has friends, right? People who care about him. They'll find him, and they can help him. You don't have to get involved.

[Not anymore than they already have by killing him.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

Help him? Frisk, he's kind of dead. I don't know what you think I could do to him now that would leave him any worse off.

[determinedest]

Don't bury him.

[Presuming people wake up in the same body, that sounds rough.]

And be careful. You - you don't know who else might be looking for you now.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Yeah, Asgore didn't really care for burial either. Guess I'd better start building a coffin.

[Be careful, they say. Like they're worried. Things just never stop being funny around here. No wonder Chara's always laughing and smiling; life's just nonstop delights.

They think about slamming the door on the way out, but they don't.]

[determinedest]

[Har. Har. Frisk isn't laughing. They watch Chara go, and wait for a moment before hastening to the window.

Time to lowkey keep some tabs on them in case they think about killing anyone else.

Yayy.]