[It's sickening to even think about. Whatever it is, it looks impossible. Wrong. Like this shouldn't be happening at all. They don't know what happens to a human SOUL that's been absorbed by a monster after it dies. If it turns to dust and essence, if it breaks, if it finds a way to continue to persist. They died, Asriel died, and that was it. So what is this thing inside of them? Did it come from the merged creature Chara and Asriel became? The empty corpse that got wreathed in his dust and sticky golden flower seeds? Did it just grow out of nothing completely on its own somehow, a brand new replacement for a creature that might not have really been Chara Dreemurr anyway?
Or.
Frisk does the red voice, and the world seems to shudder. Is... this thing. Did they snap it away from Frisk? Were their roots so deeply sunk that they tore the soil away when Chara was uprooted out of that body? There are no answers anywhere, and they understand nothing about their own existence, and these jagged pieces inside of them, quivering like a dying animal, make them want to scream. They're... ha ha. They would be desperate to ask, if they cared.
Might even want to go to Alphys, the resident DT expert, if not for the bitter and venomous hate they bear for a scientist who gave a flower an existence he didn't ask for. Might want to ask Sans to drag Frisk's SOUL out too, just so they know it's still intact and whole and like it's supposed to be, if that wouldn't mean putting that same wild fear into Frisk. They, apparently, also remember having a bad time. They, certainly, would start to ask questions, and Chara absolutely does not want that.
They already know better than to call out for help, anyway. Futility at its best. The word anomaly rises in the back of their throat like bile, and they struggle to swallow it down again.
* You can't understand how this feels, Sans.]
I don't think you can even call that thing a SOUL. Whatever it is, it clearly is not meant to exist.
In fact. I think you should forget you ever saw anything.
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Or.
Frisk does the red voice, and the world seems to shudder. Is... this thing. Did they snap it away from Frisk? Were their roots so deeply sunk that they tore the soil away when Chara was uprooted out of that body? There are no answers anywhere, and they understand nothing about their own existence, and these jagged pieces inside of them, quivering like a dying animal, make them want to scream. They're... ha ha. They would be desperate to ask, if they cared.
Might even want to go to Alphys, the resident DT expert, if not for the bitter and venomous hate they bear for a scientist who gave a flower an existence he didn't ask for. Might want to ask Sans to drag Frisk's SOUL out too, just so they know it's still intact and whole and like it's supposed to be, if that wouldn't mean putting that same wild fear into Frisk. They, apparently, also remember having a bad time. They, certainly, would start to ask questions, and Chara absolutely does not want that.
They already know better than to call out for help, anyway. Futility at its best. The word anomaly rises in the back of their throat like bile, and they struggle to swallow it down again.
* You can't understand how this feels, Sans.]
I don't think you can even call that thing a SOUL. Whatever it is, it clearly is not meant to exist.
In fact. I think you should forget you ever saw anything.