sometimes it’s hard to get up in the morning, hard to willingly cause themself pain so they don’t feel. kris had gotten possessed again, so they have to act quickly– they shove their hand against their chest, feel it pass through and tear flesh, break bone. they know full well it will all knit itself back together once the “problem” is removed, but it still… hurts.
the shuffling of feet and a terrified gasp from their baby sibling.
they can’t stop now. they finish the job, slamming the soul hard into their little birdcage. but they wish, oh how they wish they hadn’t just burned that image into frisk’s mind. the poor kid would want to know, now… and they’re still afraid to tell them, despite feeling utterly numb.
ALL FRISK HAD WANTED WAS TO CHECK IF HIS SIBLING WAS OKAY. they had been in their room for a while, and school would be starting soon. they wouldn’t have any time to get ready if they were in there for any longer, so he wanted to help them get up -- but what he got instead was a horrifying sight.
“ k... kuh... krr... ish... ? ” struggling to speak for a multitude of reasons, frisk’s open eyes stare at kris. he was shaking, and the sound of the soul being slammed into the birdcage was enough for him was enough for him to jump, digging his nails into the wood of the door. why ? why was his sibling doing this ? why why why why why why ?
there’s a quiet hiccup, and tears well in his eyes. he looks between kris and the birdcage, considering running to their mom for help. but he can’t move.
“ ... wh... wha -- ... why... ? what ar -- are... ”
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