#xmercifulfrisk

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@xmercifulfrisk hope this suffices for ye

xmercifulfrisk:

Frisk was afraid of her and Chara’s parents. They treated the two awfully. Despite this, Frisk was always the one to go and hug her parents, say that she loved them before they put her to bed. Of course, out of all her family members, Chara was the one she felt closest to. They were suffering the same thing she was.

Even so, Frisk was shaking, her knees threatening to give way. Despite her mixed feelings about her parents, seeing someone dead…seeing so much blood…she felt terrified. But not of Chara.

“They’re gone now,” Frisk repeated quietly to herself, to make sure she had heard them right. “Chara…why did you do this? Now…now bad people are gonna take you away! What if we’re separated?”

Chara blinked, eyes slightly widened. Hate, fear– something along those lines would have been a reasonable response to this dilemma– but worry? That was the least expected. 

“….Well.” Their eyes trailed down to the body on the floor.  “I don’t… know how to run from the police.” They admitted. It wasn’t like they had planned what to do afterwards; it had been in a moment of spontaneity, and they were just a kid, not some criminal mastermind. But they also weren’t one to simply accept defeat in a moment like this; they were prepared to dirty their hands a little. 

Chara began crawling towards the body, and searching through pockets, smiling in victory as they pulled out a phone. “We can get out of this. No one’s going to suspect anything for a while. Mom and Dad didn’t have many friends anyway. Um… but first thing’s first…” They knew Frisk was going to hate what they had to say next, but if she didn’t want them to be taken away, they would have to do things together. 

❝ Hey kid wanna hear a joke? What’s black and white and red all over?❞

There was a short pause as the skeletons grin grew.

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Oh, my, it had been a bit since they had seen the human child. She had been quite kind- even if their chat had been cut off so quickly, and Mute always appreciated that. 

But- it had been a while. The last the child had seen them, they were still a dummy... Theres no way she’d recognize them, as a ghost. But then, maybe she’d just put it together. 

It was the end of Frisk’s journey. Encouraged by new friends and undeterred by hardships, they walked on the path of pure kindness and determination. Finally, the fruits of their efforts-- the doorway to happiness for monster and humankind-- lay just beyond their reach. 

          However...  

Someone didn’t want things to end like this. There was still someone Frisk was leaving behind; a presence unseen that had been there all along. Things were ending so soon..  It wasn’t until that moment that their thoughts were able to be spoken, their figure shown clearly like they were alive once again, appearing before their younger sibling.