[A challenge. Not spiteful, but genuinely curious. Frisk rights themselves slowly, crawling back upright in the snow that burns the pads of their hands with how frigid it is. They stay crouched at Chara's level. One hand goes to the locket.
Best friends forever.]
Do you think you - don't deserve it?
[Quietly now, like a whisper. Not daring to believe it.]
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[A challenge. Not spiteful, but genuinely curious. Frisk rights themselves slowly, crawling back upright in the snow that burns the pads of their hands with how frigid it is. They stay crouched at Chara's level. One hand goes to the locket.
Best friends forever.]
Do you think you - don't deserve it?
[Quietly now, like a whisper. Not daring to believe it.]