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thisavrou_log2016-07-13 04:24 pm
gainedlove) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-13 04:24 pm
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[closed] I can't get a grip, but I can't let go
Who: Frisk and Chara
When: July 6th
Where: The gardens
What: Eventually, everyone reaches a breaking point. Sometimes you're lucky enough to have someone to pull you back from it.
Warnings: self-harm, mention of suicide, will update if needed
Everything is falling apart. The ship, their family...Frisk had thought they'd had things figured out now. They had managed to start actually helping people again, SAVE them where other people couldn't. They'd been doing so well...
But it hadn't been enough. They couldn't get enough people to listen, to try and prevent any more harm or death. The Cadeucans hadn't wanted peace at all, and Frisk couldn't figure out how to make them back down in time. Really, they had barely tried at all--as soon as the attack began they'd frozen. And Papyrus...
Frisk should have taken those bullets, not him. It should have only been them to die.
Their newly-glass body felt like a sick joke, a reminder of how easily their family had been mowed down. They had tried to keep Frisk from realizing, but it hadn't been hard to figure out. Not with the way Toriel's gaze would slide away, not with the sins weighing Asriel's tiny shoulders down. Not with Sans missing, and not even a whiff of him anywhere in cryo.
It should have been them.
Curled up near the crystal tree in the gardens, it's hard to notice Frisk at first. Only their uniform makes them stand out among the glass, their body as clear as half of the ship has become. They sit cross-legged and stare down at their hands, feeling numb and listless, not quite real. Grief and sorrow and a misery so deep they couldn't stand it...
They don't really remember calling the Dagger out of their inventory, gripping it so tightly in their hands. Frisk stares at it for several long seconds, and then back down to their palm. There are cracks there, tiny and thin but slowly spreading. For a few long moments Frisk does nothing...but then they set the point of the blade into one of the cracks, and start to push.
They're just doing what the mountain could not, aren't they?
When: July 6th
Where: The gardens
What: Eventually, everyone reaches a breaking point. Sometimes you're lucky enough to have someone to pull you back from it.
Warnings: self-harm, mention of suicide, will update if needed
Everything is falling apart. The ship, their family...Frisk had thought they'd had things figured out now. They had managed to start actually helping people again, SAVE them where other people couldn't. They'd been doing so well...
But it hadn't been enough. They couldn't get enough people to listen, to try and prevent any more harm or death. The Cadeucans hadn't wanted peace at all, and Frisk couldn't figure out how to make them back down in time. Really, they had barely tried at all--as soon as the attack began they'd frozen. And Papyrus...
Frisk should have taken those bullets, not him. It should have only been them to die.
Their newly-glass body felt like a sick joke, a reminder of how easily their family had been mowed down. They had tried to keep Frisk from realizing, but it hadn't been hard to figure out. Not with the way Toriel's gaze would slide away, not with the sins weighing Asriel's tiny shoulders down. Not with Sans missing, and not even a whiff of him anywhere in cryo.
It should have been them.
Curled up near the crystal tree in the gardens, it's hard to notice Frisk at first. Only their uniform makes them stand out among the glass, their body as clear as half of the ship has become. They sit cross-legged and stare down at their hands, feeling numb and listless, not quite real. Grief and sorrow and a misery so deep they couldn't stand it...
They don't really remember calling the Dagger out of their inventory, gripping it so tightly in their hands. Frisk stares at it for several long seconds, and then back down to their palm. There are cracks there, tiny and thin but slowly spreading. For a few long moments Frisk does nothing...but then they set the point of the blade into one of the cracks, and start to push.
They're just doing what the mountain could not, aren't they?
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There's a distinct sense of helplessnes to the way they press Frisk's hand between their own, as though the pressure might fix the cracks. Their eyes are burning, and their lips tremble. How can Frisk not see what is so obvious? Chara recognizes some of it, because they can hear their own voice in Frisk's, but it's also different. Whoever hurt them was a horrible human being that was mean to a good person. It was wrong.
Chara chokes out, "Frisk, you already help people." Frisk looks like they're falling apart in more ways than physical, and Chara pulls them into a careful, hovering hug.
"You didn't do anything wrong. You help me. It's okay... We'll just--we'll fix this in the next reset. Okay?"
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But Chara's arms go around them, and for a moment they can't even breathe. Chara knows, they know more than anyone what Frisk should have been able to do. What they'd wanted to, what they'd been struggling for, the only reason they were...
'You help me.'
The words sink in slowly, and Frisk's breath hitches and hiccups strangely. Their eyes burn, and it feels like there should be tears but they just won't come.
"I-I...!"
Frisk clings onto Chara tightly, burying their face in the other child's shoulder. Trembling, sobbing, please don't let go.
"I-I don't know what t' do, Chara...! I-I don't know how t' fix any of it!"
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They're mumbling against the side of Frisk's head. Frisk's usually soft fringe is now made of delicate slivers of glass, and Frisk's hold has a weight that it never used to have. Chara sniffs and holds them closer.
"F-Frisk... you can't. But, you can fix it later, you just have to--you just have to figure it out. I'll figure it out. Then we'll get resets back, and we'll just rewind the whole thing. We'll fix everything, but for now--... for now just don't do that, okay?"
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They can figure it out together. The two of them...they've always been a team. Partners. Even if things are bleak now...they can find a way back. They can work it out together.
Months ago, Frisk would have been worried that Chara would try to run off with the power themself, do horrible things and hurt people while Frisk could control nothing. But now...it's like home. They're together again, hand in hand and it's right and it's such a relief to have them back again.