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

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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