Frisk has slowly started to fill in the cracks in their mask, calling on more and more of that orange tint hidden deep within to keep moving, find their momentum again after being robbed of it over and over. It's slow going, but they're getting out of their room more, finding ways to be useful even if it's not nearly enough...they're recovering, bit by bit.
(He's not coming back. Chara was already alive by now, they can't do the same for a monster.)
No. They have to keep going, they have to have hope. There's a way through, and just maybe, if they try and think and LOAD hard enough...
Do they have to die here to RESET? Frisk is almost tempted enough to try.
Slipping out of their room, it actually takes a moment for the soft clacking of leg bones to make it through the muzzy fog of headache clinging to their skull, and Frisk looks up curious. Did Papyrus come by to check on them again? THey didn't mean to worry--
Frisk freezes seeing that familiar stout frame, and in an oddly fitting echo to Chara's own revival for a long moment all they can do is stare. He's--Sans is here. Sans is okay. He walking and grinning and there isn't a single crack on him, he's not turning to dust or falling apart or dying at all--
A full five seconds later the tableau breaks and Frisk runs to Sans with a broken sob, not caring if he dodges or flings them away or however his strange and horrible memories make him react. He's alive and that's all that matters.
Nomo Deck
Frisk has slowly started to fill in the cracks in their mask, calling on more and more of that orange tint hidden deep within to keep moving, find their momentum again after being robbed of it over and over. It's slow going, but they're getting out of their room more, finding ways to be useful even if it's not nearly enough...they're recovering, bit by bit.
(He's not coming back. Chara was already alive by now, they can't do the same for a monster.)
No. They have to keep going, they have to have hope. There's a way through, and just maybe, if they try and think and LOAD hard enough...
Do they have to die here to RESET? Frisk is almost tempted enough to try.
Slipping out of their room, it actually takes a moment for the soft clacking of leg bones to make it through the muzzy fog of headache clinging to their skull, and Frisk looks up curious. Did Papyrus come by to check on them again? THey didn't mean to worry--
Frisk freezes seeing that familiar stout frame, and in an oddly fitting echo to Chara's own revival for a long moment all they can do is stare. He's--Sans is here. Sans is okay. He walking and grinning and there isn't a single crack on him, he's not turning to dust or falling apart or dying at all--
A full five seconds later the tableau breaks and Frisk runs to Sans with a broken sob, not caring if he dodges or flings them away or however his strange and horrible memories make him react. He's alive and that's all that matters.