[closed] It was a good idea at the time

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Who: Frisk, Chara, and Miles
When: June 29
Where: The Halls TM
What: The Determination Twins get a bad idea, chaos ensues
Warnings: nothing yet, will update if needed


The plan is simple. Find Miles, distract him, dose him up, get him fed and put him to bed. Easy peasy. There's nothing that could go wrong!

Famous last words, but Frisk isn't aware of that.

The pair are wandering around the ship, searching for where they know Miles has been frequenting lately with all the planning going on. When they locate him, they regroup, confer, and move in.

Frisk turns around a corner ahead of Miles and...pauses. Freezes, more like, but they stay Determined and hurry over.

"Miles! U-um, I wanted t' ask you somethin'..."

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[heart_breaking]

Both sets of footsteps stop. Chara chances a peek around the corner, exposing nothing but hair and part of their face.

Just as they expected: Miles has his back to them, and they've both stopped. Too bad Chara hadn't realized just how long the hallway seemed now that they actually had to cross it without being noticed. Maybe they should have planned that part out through a little more? No, of course not, this will be just fine the way it is. They've got this covered.

Chara passes the fast penta tube from hand to hand, drying their palms on the sides of their pants. Everyone's where they need to be, but Frisk needs to get him talking. If their voices can cover the sounds of Chara's footsteps...

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"Um, about th'...um, our plan..."

Shoot, this isn't the time to be stumbling over their words! Frisk very purposefully doesn't look past Miles's shoulder to where they know Chara is waiting, not wanting to draw his attention there. They can't mess this up...!

"Um, I don't...we can't hurt anyone, okay? I...I know you're not tryin' to, but...um." Try not to think about how many times he could have LOADED by now. Keep their voice loud, to keep him from hearing Chara's approach. "W-we really really can't, okay? It's...it's important. A-an' a bunch of them already got hurt before...i-it's not fair t' do it again!"

[forwardmomentum]

It's a testament to how distracted Miles is that he doesn't hear Chara coming up behind him. He looks at Frisk a little helplessly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He can see Frisk's concern, the bleeding heart that the kid is, and he sympathizes with it.

"I'm working on it, kiddo." He smiles at Frisk tiredly, remembering the first time they'd met. Talk about awkward first impressions. "You know I was there, right? When it all came down back on Caducus Primary. I gave my life -- literally -- trying to evacuate that planet. I object strenuously to such efforts going to waste."

Not that that means they're necessarily going to reach a peaceful conclusion here. He's seen Caducan diplomacy before. It's not very...good.

[heart_breaking]

Chara tries to tune them out, but it's hard. The dirge of self sacrifice can grab their attention at even the worst of times, and this is certainly a bad time. What makes him so different from Chara? He's planning to kill some of the very people he wanted so badly to save. Why can he do this so easily? And why doesn't everyone seem to care, it's only a few people that're fighting these decisions like Frisk is--

They're just a few feet away, now. Close enough that microsounds like fabric on fabric can reach him, and they hope he won't turn. Chara brings up the epipen up and levels it towards his neck, wavering from inexperience.

They jam its end down where his neck meets his shoulder. Their hand descends half an instant later, clapping down on his opposite arm.

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Frisk's eyes go a little wide, and it's so hard to not look at their sibling over his shoulder, when they're so close. They glance down, away, nervously fidgeting with their sleeve and hoping they won't mess this up.

"Um...I-I know...but, um..."

They're faltering, trying to stall, but abruptly Chara moves and the point is moot. The hypospray makes contact and they lunge forward almost in the same instant to grab and hold Miles with every bit of strength and Determination that they have, pin his arms to his sides so he can't knock them both away.

"I'm sorry!"

[forwardmomentum]

Miles stiffens at the unmistakable puncture and quiet hiss of the hypospray, jerking slightly before Frisk and Chara take hold of his arms. His eyes go wide, mind tripping over itself in nascent kneejerk panic. If Frisk's in front of him, who the hell just stabbed him? Whose plan was this? And what, exactly, was the plan?

"What," Miles chokes out, staring wild-eyed at Frisk, "did you do?"

But he has a sinking feeling he already knows. He can feel his heart start to hammer in his chest. Oh, shit.