[They laugh, reckless and remorseless. It's been so long since they had a body they could steer without resistance, but they still move with the practiced experience of someone who was used to getting into fights even long before they fell: sitting on Frisk's middle, digging their knees into Frisk's arms, grip on the locket bloodless, tense and set as rigor mortis.
They don't care if it hurts. They don't care if Frisk can't breathe. All they feel is the way the locket jumps and twitches in their hand, the sharp impacts of Frisk's legs trying to push them away, the passing bit of idle curiosity:
When was Frisk's last SAVE? What happens to a SOUL when it cracks here? Are they already dead? Can they die again? What would it be like, to experience Frisk dying and not be dragged away with them? They've even been freed from the consequences of Frisk's death, now, same as everyone else's--
They stop. Allow only enough slack in the locket's chain for Frisk to get some air.]
Call out for help, Frisk. Struggle. Start ACTing. Let's see what mercy does for you now.
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They don't care if it hurts. They don't care if Frisk can't breathe. All they feel is the way the locket jumps and twitches in their hand, the sharp impacts of Frisk's legs trying to push them away, the passing bit of idle curiosity:
When was Frisk's last SAVE? What happens to a SOUL when it cracks here? Are they already dead? Can they die again? What would it be like, to experience Frisk dying and not be dragged away with them? They've even been freed from the consequences of Frisk's death, now, same as everyone else's--
They stop. Allow only enough slack in the locket's chain for Frisk to get some air.]
Call out for help, Frisk. Struggle. Start ACTing. Let's see what mercy does for you now.