The meaty crunch of muscle and bone, and the satisfying give of flesh beneath their fingers. It's...hah. How strange and real it feels. How utterly unlike the deaths of monsters, dissolving into dust beneath someone else's gloved fingers or the tap of a Ballet Shoe.
Frisk clings to them. Chara twists away, out of their grip. Standing, backing away.
"Do not touch me," they repeat, hissing the words out defiantly. The words fall upon deaf ears, or the ears of someone who's simply unwilling to listen.
And it's...hah. What? Is Frisk surprised? Did they expect Chara to behave nicely, sweetly? Is this truly what they wanted? Calling the demon to their aid, and expecting them to simply acquiesce to their every desire?
Their eyes flick along the edges of the cave, finally dulling down from their initial ferocious, vengeful spark. The injuries on their arms and face ache, but they've HP to spare. It's adequate.
They stoop to retrieve the disk from where it clattered to land in one of the cave's corners.
yea but it's burning down any second
Frisk clings to them. Chara twists away, out of their grip. Standing, backing away.
"Do not touch me," they repeat, hissing the words out defiantly. The words fall upon deaf ears, or the ears of someone who's simply unwilling to listen.
And it's...hah. What? Is Frisk surprised? Did they expect Chara to behave nicely, sweetly? Is this truly what they wanted? Calling the demon to their aid, and expecting them to simply acquiesce to their every desire?
Their eyes flick along the edges of the cave, finally dulling down from their initial ferocious, vengeful spark. The injuries on their arms and face ache, but they've HP to spare. It's adequate.
They stoop to retrieve the disk from where it clattered to land in one of the cave's corners.
Wordlessly, they hold it out to Frisk.
They still don't look at them.