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*. Please don’t fight them.

Indie semi-selective temporarily dash-only post genocide Chara! Reblog pls!

*. Please don’t fight them.

Indie semi-selective temporarily dash-only post genocide Chara! Reblog pls!

*. Please don’t fight them.

Indie semi-selective temporarily dash-only post genocide Chara! Reblog pls!

*. Please don’t fight them.

Indie semi-selective temporarily dash-only post genocide Chara! Reblog pls!

*. Please don’t fight them.

Indie semi-selective temporarily dash-only post genocide Chara! Reblog pls!

Oh so he should just give up being happy cause he did whatever trauma he had to himself? Was that it? He breathed out, almost a little upset. But he shouldn’t be. He should be there for them for now.

“Well.. the least I could do is listen to you.”

I don’t want to be a bad person any longer.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, although he wanted to force a smile. He shouldn’t. He wouldn’t.

“It’ll be alright.”

“I don’t want to talk about it… Please don’t make me…”

The child’s voice seemed to tremble as they spoke, and tears started to roll down their cheeks moments later. They curled up into a small ball, their body shaking as they tried to hold back sobs.

They didn’t want to trouble Chara with this.

They didn’t want to trouble anyone with this.

It was their own responsibility, and no one else’s. It would just be rude of them to force someone else to listen to them.

*. Force.. him to listen to them? But he was the one to request to listen in the first place! He looked towards Frisk again. He didn’t know what to do. He was bad at this. He just attempted what Toriel and occasionally Asriel had done for him when he was still alive.

*. ..ah...

“That doesn’t mean others can’t help you.”

*. Right? Right, that’s how it worked, right? He hoped so.

*. He sighed, crossing his arms and anxiously brushing over his own arm, feeling some scars under them. He didn’t dare speak of it, though. This wasn’t about him. Although he didn’t feel well right now, he shouldn’t just abandon them. He was here to help them, not get help himself.

“I do believe it matters, Frisk.”

*. His gaze wandered away from the other.

“Else.. I don’t think I’d be here.”

“No, it doesn’t…”

By this point, Frisk had rolled on to their side and faced the wall, still clutching their pillow to their chest. They weren’t sure why they were even humoring Chara at this point. They were just tired, and honestly wanted nothing more than to just sleep the day away. Or to at least try to.

“Not like there’s anything you can do… I did this to myself…”

Oh so he should just give up being happy cause he did whatever trauma he had to himself? Was that it? He breathed out, almost a little upset. But he shouldn’t be. He should be there for them for now.

“Well.. the least I could do is listen to you.”

I don’t want to be a bad person any longer.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, although he wanted to force a smile. He shouldn’t. He wouldn’t.

“I.. don’t know if I can do that, Frisk.”

*. He spoke, calmly and kindly. Sitting down on the bed, he sighed. What would a good person do? Would they smile like he always did? Would they comfort the other? He didn’t know. He didn’t know!! How was one kind or, how would one be a better person than their own Frisk? He was scared. He didn’t want to mess up. But now that he’s seen the other, he couldn’t help but feel guilty if he was to just vanish into his own timeline.

“You’re.. What’s wrong?”

“Nnnn…”

At Chara’s response, Frisk simply buried their face deeper in the pillow. They had thought that they had made it quite clear that they didn’t want to talk… And yet, he was still talking to them. He didn’t seem like he was going to leave, and they could feel that he had sat down next to them. So they simply edged away, shaking their head as they did so.

*. He sighed, crossing his arms and anxiously brushing over his own arm, feeling some scars under them. He didn’t dare speak of it, though. This wasn’t about him. Although he didn’t feel well right now, he shouldn’t just abandon them. He was here to help them, not get help himself.

“I do believe it matters, Frisk.”

*. His gaze wandered away from the other.

“Leave me alone…”

Frisk’s voice was muffled as they spoke, if only because they didn’t bother to lift their head off their pillow. They hugged it tightly, before squeezing their eyes and shaking their head. At that point, they didn’t know who it was that was there to see them like this… But they didn’t care.

“I.. don’t know if I can do that, Frisk.”

*. He spoke, calmly and kindly. Sitting down on the bed, he sighed. What would a good person do? Would they smile like he always did? Would they comfort the other? He didn’t know. He didn’t know!! How was one kind or, how would one be a better person than their own Frisk? He was scared. He didn’t want to mess up. But now that he’s seen the other, he couldn’t help but feel guilty if he was to just vanish into his own timeline.

damn alright