Finally, something snaps. The first few tears roll down Frisk's cheeks, and their fists clench up tightly at their sides.
"No, I haven't."
Doing well? Doing well?
"I--I hate it here! We've been stuck on that ship for ages, and people keep--they keep leaving, the Ingress just throws us all around and we can't do anything about it! And all these--these horrible things keep happening, and I can't stop any of it! The whole ship was attacked, and so many--so many people died and I couldn't save anyone, I couldn't save Papyrus, he was right in front of me and I couldn't stop it! I keep trying to LOAD and fix everything but the FILE isn't working, I can't get to it!"
They start sobbing, eyes screwed shut and hands grasping tightly at their hair, gripping and pulling in frustration. The more they admit the faster the rest comes tumbling out, and even if they wanted to they couldn't stop themself now.
"A-and Asriel was--there were slavers, Chara, half the ship got stolen and I couldn't help him or Mettaton at all, no one would let me go down to find them and they're so scared now! I want to--I want to kill them, I want to find every last one and tear them to pieces, but I can't! I can't keep anyone safe, I keep messing up and I can't fix it and what's the point of me being here if I can't do anything?! And people keep finding out about what I am, what I can do, and they're going to--they're gonna turn on me, they're all gonna realize the sort of thing I am and I deserve it! I saw--I saw everything, my disk broke and I don't know what's me or what I haven't done yet, it's so confusing and it hurts!!"
Their knees buckle and they collapse to the ground, curled forward with shoulders hunched up. The identity disk on their back is in plain view, looking more like an innocent toy than anything else.
"I-I don't...I don't know what to do anymore! It was okay for a while because Tabris was here, but now he's gone too and no one else...n-no one else..." Frisk chokes, hiccups, gasps through a harsh sob. "No one else understands."
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"No, I haven't."
Doing well? Doing well?
"I--I hate it here! We've been stuck on that ship for ages, and people keep--they keep leaving, the Ingress just throws us all around and we can't do anything about it! And all these--these horrible things keep happening, and I can't stop any of it! The whole ship was attacked, and so many--so many people died and I couldn't save anyone, I couldn't save Papyrus, he was right in front of me and I couldn't stop it! I keep trying to LOAD and fix everything but the FILE isn't working, I can't get to it!"
They start sobbing, eyes screwed shut and hands grasping tightly at their hair, gripping and pulling in frustration. The more they admit the faster the rest comes tumbling out, and even if they wanted to they couldn't stop themself now.
"A-and Asriel was--there were slavers, Chara, half the ship got stolen and I couldn't help him or Mettaton at all, no one would let me go down to find them and they're so scared now! I want to--I want to kill them, I want to find every last one and tear them to pieces, but I can't! I can't keep anyone safe, I keep messing up and I can't fix it and what's the point of me being here if I can't do anything?! And people keep finding out about what I am, what I can do, and they're going to--they're gonna turn on me, they're all gonna realize the sort of thing I am and I deserve it! I saw--I saw everything, my disk broke and I don't know what's me or what I haven't done yet, it's so confusing and it hurts!!"
Their knees buckle and they collapse to the ground, curled forward with shoulders hunched up. The identity disk on their back is in plain view, looking more like an innocent toy than anything else.
"I-I don't...I don't know what to do anymore! It was okay for a while because Tabris was here, but now he's gone too and no one else...n-no one else..." Frisk chokes, hiccups, gasps through a harsh sob. "No one else understands."