The world is slow. They feel the tick of seconds, too long, vibrating through their mind. Their body is nothing but air outlined in painful red, a liquid that oozes slowly down over...skin. Their skin. They are here. They are here and they are real and a body is lying there and they can't think about it. Can't face it.
They failed again. Another death, another life on their hands. Where is the dust?
Words, movement. It's hard to follow but it stills and Frisk looks down. spr_truechara holds an object with no definition, with every definition, holds spr_ourheart, holds system_information_963, holds UNDERTALE_WINDOWS.EXE
mmmm nice and toasty
They failed again. Another death, another life on their hands. Where is the dust?
Words, movement. It's hard to follow but it stills and Frisk looks down. spr_truechara holds an object with no definition, with every definition, holds spr_ourheart, holds system_information_963, holds UNDERTALE_WINDOWS.EXE
Their disk. Their mind.
"Why?"