[They can almost taste the desperation in Frisk's voice, raw and coppery, and they know more than ever that they are in control. Abandoning Asriel's name and leaping to a different plea. It'd be pitiful, if Chara remembered what pity felt like. The sheer absurdity of the fairy-tale name Frisk tosses out next just makes Chara laugh.
Slowly, almost theatrically, they draw their hand back once more. Another slap, more demoralizing than vicious.
* Doesn't it hurt?
* Don't you resent that you can't stop it?
* Can't move your body. You tried to reach for your SAVE file... nothing happened.
* The little power you do have is worthless now. You can't SAVE this creature. You can't even SAVE yourself.
Chara leans down. Tenderly, almost. Smiles that lovely smile they do so well. Whispers a sweet little secret, as supportive and intimate as a "despite everything" in Frisk's ear.]
I don't care.
[No Asriel, no Toriel and Asgore lovingly nose-nuzzling. This is just another flawed ending. Not what Chara wants. Another meaningless world to pass through like a detached spectator, devouring it as they please. If no RESETs means no undoing the bodies they leave behind, means turning the whole world against them until either there's nothing left of the world or of them, then so be it. It's still oblivion, no matter how they achieve it.]
I still can't feel a SOUL inside me, Frisk. Nothing has a point. Existing is pointless.
[They tilt their head back, like they can hear the unspoken request fit into that single world. An infinite, snowy sky. Ah. So lovely. The surface.
The place they threw themselves down an endless pit to escape.]
So. If none of it matters. Then I think I want to see what you do.
[They shift, adjust one of their knees. Dig it into the snow instead. Allow Frisk a single free arm. And then, one more time, they straighten up. Draw their hand back to lash out.
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Slowly, almost theatrically, they draw their hand back once more. Another slap, more demoralizing than vicious.
* Doesn't it hurt?
* Don't you resent that you can't stop it?
* Can't move your body. You tried to reach for your SAVE file... nothing happened.
* The little power you do have is worthless now. You can't SAVE this creature. You can't even SAVE yourself.
Chara leans down. Tenderly, almost. Smiles that lovely smile they do so well. Whispers a sweet little secret, as supportive and intimate as a "despite everything" in Frisk's ear.]
I don't care.
[No Asriel, no Toriel and Asgore lovingly nose-nuzzling. This is just another flawed ending. Not what Chara wants. Another meaningless world to pass through like a detached spectator, devouring it as they please. If no RESETs means no undoing the bodies they leave behind, means turning the whole world against them until either there's nothing left of the world or of them, then so be it. It's still oblivion, no matter how they achieve it.]
I still can't feel a SOUL inside me, Frisk. Nothing has a point. Existing is pointless.
[They tilt their head back, like they can hear the unspoken request fit into that single world. An infinite, snowy sky. Ah. So lovely. The surface.
The place they threw themselves down an endless pit to escape.]
So. If none of it matters. Then I think I want to see what you do.
[They shift, adjust one of their knees. Dig it into the snow instead. Allow Frisk a single free arm. And then, one more time, they straighten up. Draw their hand back to lash out.
FIGHT. ACT. ITEM. MERCY.]