[Chara is smiling, very wide and bright, which clearly means everything is absolutely fine. They're definitely the one in control here! Right, and the rockets haven't shut off yet, so they're bracing themself for the inevitable shock of pain to their ankles when they're sent launching into the stratosphere.
Despite their imminent rocket-fueled implosion - or perhaps because of it - Chara's voice is perfectly clear as they call out, enunciating the words quite well for someone shouting over the hiss of burning oxygen.]
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Despite their imminent rocket-fueled implosion - or perhaps because of it - Chara's voice is perfectly clear as they call out, enunciating the words quite well for someone shouting over the hiss of burning oxygen.]
Brakes, Frisk.