The familiarity of this place to their prison does little to alleviate Frisk's worries as they search the facility. The clean walls, the seemingly kind atmosphere...all it does is accentuate the truth they know lies beneath, couched in smiles and kind words that do nothing to change the damage they wreak.
Frisk's method of searching at first seems somewhat haphazard, running up and down corridors as they look in and out of rooms seemingly at random. But from time to time Frisk looks down at their hand where a compass is clenched tight, its needle spinning round and round as if whatever it should be pointing toward is constantly moving--
Or maybe, they're right on top of it.
Reflect
Chaos descends quickly once the final door is breached. The world twists, separates, and there are--faces. Faces too familiar, that they know can't be here. A king with his head bowed and swinging a great trident, a heroine striking out with flashing spears, vines and sabers that strike out from the darkest shadows. There are some that remain just at the edge of their vision--red eyes and a placid smile that watches on. Dark skin and hair, with a face that defies description.
Frisk does not ATTACK. That isn't their way. Dodging and fleeing, Frisk makes their way through the fight as they search for the reality amongst the illusions. It's not easy, and they nearly throw themself into as many attacks as they avoid. But if they can just find them, if they can just find them...!
They won't fail their family this time. Everyone will come home.
Choices
It's dark. Always dark after the worst fights.
Frisk is not entirely sure what did it, how the reflections in reality melted away into nothing, but the intermediaries have been de-fanged, for now. In what little light is left, the faces of their companions are tired, hard...considering. Something has to be done, and the immediate options is...they can't allow it. Even with all the crimes they've commited, all the hurt and pain they've caused...
Frisk | OTA
The familiarity of this place to their prison does little to alleviate Frisk's worries as they search the facility. The clean walls, the seemingly kind atmosphere...all it does is accentuate the truth they know lies beneath, couched in smiles and kind words that do nothing to change the damage they wreak.
Frisk's method of searching at first seems somewhat haphazard, running up and down corridors as they look in and out of rooms seemingly at random. But from time to time Frisk looks down at their hand where a compass is clenched tight, its needle spinning round and round as if whatever it should be pointing toward is constantly moving--
Or maybe, they're right on top of it.
Reflect
Chaos descends quickly once the final door is breached. The world twists, separates, and there are--faces. Faces too familiar, that they know can't be here. A king with his head bowed and swinging a great trident, a heroine striking out with flashing spears, vines and sabers that strike out from the darkest shadows. There are some that remain just at the edge of their vision--red eyes and a placid smile that watches on. Dark skin and hair, with a face that defies description.
Frisk does not ATTACK. That isn't their way. Dodging and fleeing, Frisk makes their way through the fight as they search for the reality amongst the illusions. It's not easy, and they nearly throw themself into as many attacks as they avoid. But if they can just find them, if they can just find them...!
They won't fail their family this time. Everyone will come home.
Choices
It's dark. Always dark after the worst fights.
Frisk is not entirely sure what did it, how the reflections in reality melted away into nothing, but the intermediaries have been de-fanged, for now. In what little light is left, the faces of their companions are tired, hard...considering. Something has to be done, and the immediate options is...they can't allow it. Even with all the crimes they've commited, all the hurt and pain they've caused...
MERCY. Always, always. There must be a way.
"We can't hurt them."
...if anyone will even listen.