And the problem is, well, Chara knows their head. Chara's been there, sick and heavy and familiar and crawling all over their thoughts, clinging there like a tumor.
Frisk twists, and retrieves the knife from beneath them. Their movements are clumsy and unpracticed, but their grip is tight and unyielding.
It's more than likely that Chara knows them well enough to call their bluff. But maybe they'll be curious enough to let the knife serve as a barrier between them.]
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[They don't want to hurt you.
And the problem is, well, Chara knows their head. Chara's been there, sick and heavy and familiar and crawling all over their thoughts, clinging there like a tumor.
Frisk twists, and retrieves the knife from beneath them. Their movements are clumsy and unpracticed, but their grip is tight and unyielding.
It's more than likely that Chara knows them well enough to call their bluff. But maybe they'll be curious enough to let the knife serve as a barrier between them.]