[Frisk is good at dodging, but lunging right in the path of an enemy with more destructive intent than you could shake a stick at (ha...ha...) went against every instinct. They recoil against the blows, still desperately trying to function as some sort of barrier between Chara and the dagger.
What had they been thinking, dropping it?
Then Chara grabs the locket.]
Stop -
[It's going to choke them. They kick out frantically, straining to throw the other child off.]
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What had they been thinking, dropping it?
Then Chara grabs the locket.]
Stop -
[It's going to choke them. They kick out frantically, straining to throw the other child off.]