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dear_mun2016-01-18 11:51 am
smileyfaced) wrote in dear_mun2016-01-18 11:51 am
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crossposted to dear_player
How curious.
[They fall silent as they think. When they speak again, boredom is laced into their words.]
After cycles of revival and destruction, you finally left the world. You brought me here. These enemies. These numbers. These pictures.
They are not familiar to me. This place is not like the last.
[...]
You feel guilt. You feel boredom. You seek another path to satisfy your desire for reconciliation. The previous world could not provide this for you.
[A slow, sharp smile.]
You amuse me, partner. Did I not make it clear?
We do not stop.
[They fall silent as they think. When they speak again, boredom is laced into their words.]
After cycles of revival and destruction, you finally left the world. You brought me here. These enemies. These numbers. These pictures.
They are not familiar to me. This place is not like the last.
[...]
You feel guilt. You feel boredom. You seek another path to satisfy your desire for reconciliation. The previous world could not provide this for you.
[A slow, sharp smile.]
You amuse me, partner. Did I not make it clear?
We do not stop.
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[Children don't talk like that. At least the children Saft's ever been around. They're normally happier than this, cheerful. This kid sounds as if they're about to really screw something up for some poor person.]
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They take a breath -- contemplate speaking -- but no. It's...odd, to see this child in the flesh, as more than a voice and a ghost behind their eyes.
Before, their friend - friend ? - had always been able to hear Frisk's thoughts. Now...? Maybe not.
With a second of contemplation, they step towards the first child, raising a hand in a shaky wave.