[Frisk's hand over their own is really the only thing that keeps Chara here. Focus on that. Not on the dust on their skin, in their clothing and hair. Not on the blood clumping due to the dust and ruining their sweater. Frisk's blood and Sans's dust covered them both.
Ahahah...ahah! No. nonononono, focus.
Chara takes a deep breath. It's sickening, but they reach for the Real Knife with their free hand, run a finger along the blade before it disappears into their Inventory. Never go out unarmed. Never.
Then they look up at Frisk, then at Wade. There is someone here.]
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Ahahah...ahah! No. nonononono, focus.
Chara takes a deep breath. It's sickening, but they reach for the Real Knife with their free hand, run a finger along the blade before it disappears into their Inventory. Never go out unarmed. Never.
Then they look up at Frisk, then at Wade. There is someone here.]
...okay. Okay.
[It's okay.]