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Speak.

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

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golly Flowey YOU DO CARE

[fulllifeconsequences]

[There's no mistaking who this is from, either. Not when it's put in the same hiding place. Not when it's so close to their hidden knife, but the gift-giver knows not to take it away. Knows what it's there for, and knows that while not all ways to cope are healthy, they are still ways to cope, and losing another inch of control is a far worse alternative.

...Ha. Isn't that cute. Speaking to each other in hearts and SOULs.

They still have their chocolate bar from when they first arrived. It's getting old, sure, but that doesn't stop them from hoarding, preserving, trying to make each and every individual square count. They carefully open this box and stare at the chocolates within. Count them. In the back of their mind, they consider numbers, as always. Debate a schedule, a quota, a limit. Only one per week, and only if. Only if nobody dies? Only if somebody dies? Only if he continues to avoid them? They don't know what behaviour they're supposed to enforce anymore. They don't know what the world is guiding them toward.

Impulsively, they cast their budding structure and quota and list of requirements out the window, and pop one of the chocolates into their mouth.

It tastes like comfort and sweetness.

It tastes like home.]

Whenever you're ready for it, Chara. Or not.

[buildmeup]

[After all the events that have occurred, surely... it can't get any worse.

But it is, and it has. And unfortunately for them both, Flowey isn't there to disprove that, or even to just agree. To shout at them and let Chara shout back. To cry and be cried on. All those limitless possibilities are gone.

But when Chara slips their hand under their pillow, there will be an obstruction between the familiar passage of hand to knife. More than one.

The first is simplistic- they don't need an explanation.

And the second is just as unassuming, until Chara opens it up.

...

It's handwritten. Every story is one Chara may know of, or even vaguely remember. All fables and stories and poems from the Underground, ones that might not have ever been written into any book. Not a one mentions a Fallen Child, and not a one mentions a dying prince.

The book mark rests on a very particular page, and a very particular poem.

It is not from the Underground.]


if our SOULs
are separated
in this lifetime

then
I will find you
in the next

and
I will keep
searching

until
I find you
again

I will
not rest

until
I hold you
in my arms