No. I just thought after your first plan you'd have made things come together a little better. Learned from your mistakes, or something.
[Because they're invincible, right? They're a clever, brilliant, demonic mastermind that wants desperately for the world to not see them for what they are. A hurt, scared, angry kid. A kid who's been kicked too many times while they're down to see the point in bothering to get up anymore. Who's elected to claim that title of evil human and fashion from it the densest psychological armor Frisk has ever seen on anyone. Maybe even Sans.
They know them too well to give up now.
They pick up one of the leaves, sniff. Crush it into a little ball and roll it between their fingers. It's crisp and green and breaks easily under the pressure of their fingertips.
Thoughtfully, almost as a second thought, they stick it under their tongue. The awful flavor leaches in at once, almost prompting them to retch. Almost. They don't chew, they don't swallow. They just hold it there. Their gag reflex might kick in any time.
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[Because they're invincible, right? They're a clever, brilliant, demonic mastermind that wants desperately for the world to not see them for what they are. A hurt, scared, angry kid. A kid who's been kicked too many times while they're down to see the point in bothering to get up anymore. Who's elected to claim that title of evil human and fashion from it the densest psychological armor Frisk has ever seen on anyone. Maybe even Sans.
They know them too well to give up now.
They pick up one of the leaves, sniff. Crush it into a little ball and roll it between their fingers. It's crisp and green and breaks easily under the pressure of their fingertips.
Thoughtfully, almost as a second thought, they stick it under their tongue. The awful flavor leaches in at once, almost prompting them to retch. Almost. They don't chew, they don't swallow. They just hold it there. Their gag reflex might kick in any time.
Frisk lies down next to them.]
Can I hug you?