Not yours, Frisk says. They can almost feel the locket beating around Frisk's fingers, as if they were Chara's fingers instead.
Best friends forever.
The knife. The object they waited so long to curl their fingers around. At last.
Before Frisk has even finished speaking, Chara is taking a step forward, hand white-knuckled around the stick. The world around them does not change, but within Chara, they can almost feel things distorting, slowing down. A heart entirely of their own begins to beat, adrenaline begins to stir in a body that they never thought they would win back.]
They're not yours, Frisk.
I was not the one who used them for something like that, was I? Weren't you the one in control? Aren't you the one using them to hurt?
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Not yours, Frisk says. They can almost feel the locket beating around Frisk's fingers, as if they were Chara's fingers instead.
Best friends forever.
The knife. The object they waited so long to curl their fingers around. At last.
Before Frisk has even finished speaking, Chara is taking a step forward, hand white-knuckled around the stick. The world around them does not change, but within Chara, they can almost feel things distorting, slowing down. A heart entirely of their own begins to beat, adrenaline begins to stir in a body that they never thought they would win back.]
They're not yours, Frisk.
I was not the one who used them for something like that, was I? Weren't you the one in control? Aren't you the one using them to hurt?
[Another step. Resolute. Focused. Determined.]
Your choice.
[♥ Give them back Use them to hurt Chara]