fulllifeconsequences

It's how he feels, Frisk. Whether he knew I heard or not doesn't change that. You don't get to assume that what he says doesn't count or isn't valid. That's awfully selfish of you, is it not?

Nor, for that matter, do you even have anything to be scared of! You can finally SAVE him in the way you wanted to, can't you? Take him by the hand and say something about the power of friendship and lead him to his perfectly happy ending. He'll do what you ask him to, if you bug him even half as much as you're bugging me. You can do no wrong in his eyes. He adores you! I don't understand why you're so unhappy!

Funny that you're saying that when you're assuming what he's thinking right now. Making choices for him. Without asking

[It's a joke. No one's laughing.

Maybe it's not funny at all.]

And what about you? Do you think no one cares about you? That no one will miss you? That if Asriel's here suddenly I can't be friends with both of you? That I can't have room in my heart for more than one best friend?

How many times do I have to say it before you;ll believe it I'lll miss you

Edited 2016-06-08 19:08 (UTC)

Here's a fun idea: if he wants to see me he can say so himself! Since, you know, apparently you can't handle keeping ONE SINGLE SECRET if it isn't all about you and your perfect narrative.

A narrative, I'll remind you, that you never planned me to be part of. Didn't want me here, remember? Didn't even think I could be. Didn't consider for a moment whether I could actually exist outside of that limited span where I was useful to you. You can survive just fine without an utter fluke. You're going to survive just fine without me when you go back to the surface.

I don't miss you. You're just being a bother. Go cling to someone who actually wants you.

Too bad he can't because you on't tell him you're here

I know you're saying these things to hurt me. Chase me off. I didn't know you at first but I'm glad I got to know you now. YOu're my friend and you've helped me and I want to help you too..

Funny how "protecting me" and "helping me" and all these things you keep claiming you want to do involve trying to make me do whatever you want me to do.

What exactly are you even expecting here? What are you hoping I'm going to be for you? Remind me exactly how dragging me out kicking and screaming is going to make Asriel feel not scared. It's just going to make him want to hide even more. This pathetic egg stunt is going to achieve nothing.

We both know how this story ends

No matter hwat happens we're going to end up back here. It'll hurt either way but if we just face it instead of running away maybe it'll hurt less

I can't do this again, Frisk.

I'm trying to do the right thing, for once. I'm trying to do what he told me to do. Why isn't that good enough?

I don't know what the right thing is anymore.

I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

I don't want to do this either .

Please, Frisk. Give it time.

Let him lie low until he's ready to see people. Until he feels safe. Let me... let me put myself together.

I can't see him yet. I can't.

...alright.

I'm sorry. I just want to make sure you're alright and that you won't do something to yourself.

[Hah. Look who's talking. There's a fresh pair of scissors in their room.]

[If it weren't over text, they could just laugh and say nothing else. They sort of completely dropped the ball on pretending they weren't considering some... some pretty desperate things, but... Frisk had already guessed that much, anyway, considering the way they'd reacted the first time Asriel had left.

They've given up on trying. They don't think they can try, not in the way Frisk wants them to right now. But they can sort of... dodge left or right instead of going forwards, maybe. They don't want to be around anyone, they don't think they're capable of being forgiving or comforting or whatever it is they're supposed to be right now, but...

They're... friends, right?]

I won't see him. I can't. But... um, do you need to see me? I can still manage being a whisper in the back of your head, I think.

Ever?

I can go between you if you need me to but I can't do that forever.

I'm not asking you to play messenger. Forget the distant future. I was asking if you wanted to... I don't know. You sounded kind of lonely and desperate when you first sent me like 11 messages at once.

You know what? Forget it.

I am scared. And lonely. And I do n't want to feel this way but I don't know what else to do. I can't make you do anything and I shouldn't anyway.

But I don't know what else to do.

If you don't spring some kind of ill-thought-out ambush or something, and if you don't talk about it... I'll come see you, alright? You'll feel better. We'll both see we're okay, and it won't even feel like a big deal for you anymore. We can... sort it out a little better, I guess.

[It feels like a mistake. They don't want to do this. They want to stop being in control and functional and just crumble somewhere nobody's going to see it. They type it out and hit send anyway.]

[Honestly, it's a big step up from how things were before. They'll take it.]

Alright.

Thanks.

Take care of yourself.

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