Once upon a time, Flowey proposed a fascinating question. A Frisk that fancied themselves above "kill or be killed," one who thought themselves the paragon of mercy... what would they do when they met a truly determined killer? No outside SOULs to drop their defense to 0, to make their loads fail. No universe-mandated path to victory. Mercy only a wasted effort, only an invitation to get dunked on.
Would they give up? Or would they fight back? How far could you really get without any LOVE?
The knife is released, and Chara lunges for it. In their hands, it's more than just some worn dagger. It's deadlier than Frisk could ever know -- oh. But that isn't entirely right, is it? Maybe Frisk had a glimpse of its real potential once.
Whatever the case, they break into a sprint, ignore Frisk's words completely. Seek only to blow right past them like they're one of Papyrus' pointless puzzles. Chara's only interest is in claiming what they really want, and all of that starts with the Real Knife.]
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Once upon a time, Flowey proposed a fascinating question. A Frisk that fancied themselves above "kill or be killed," one who thought themselves the paragon of mercy... what would they do when they met a truly determined killer? No outside SOULs to drop their defense to 0, to make their loads fail. No universe-mandated path to victory. Mercy only a wasted effort, only an invitation to get dunked on.
Would they give up? Or would they fight back? How far could you really get without any LOVE?
The knife is released, and Chara lunges for it. In their hands, it's more than just some worn dagger. It's deadlier than Frisk could ever know -- oh. But that isn't entirely right, is it? Maybe Frisk had a glimpse of its real potential once.
Whatever the case, they break into a sprint, ignore Frisk's words completely. Seek only to blow right past them like they're one of Papyrus' pointless puzzles. Chara's only interest is in claiming what they really want, and all of that starts with the Real Knife.]