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Here's the thing.
You seethe how much they like each other.
How far this world has slipped from your grasp.
Echoes of the smiles of those you failed to keep by your side.
Mocking you, as they resonate through time.
And the little flower was left all alone.
How did it come to this ?
Here’s the thing.
Frisk is a weirdo.
And that’s saying a lot, coming from you.
They’re like if a lost puppy was handed over your control over the world.
You’re essentially an expert on how people come to handle various scenarios & make decisions.
Yet they still leave you bewildered far more often than you’d admit.
You don’t get Frisk.
No one gets Frisk.
At least, you thought so.
Here’s the thing.
Apparently, you can get into someone’s head even more than you’d ever taught yourself to.
Kinda, literally.
Turns out, you were right about being wrong about being wrong about being right about thinking you saw traces of Chara in Frisk.
Frankly, your entire existence seems to run on revolving sequences of bitterness and dramatic irony sometimes.
Here’s the thing.
Chara is a traitor.
They used to find Asgore and Toriel’s 'sweetness’ to be just as sickening as you did.
Now, they literally can’t seem to get three steps away from Frisk.
They think what they have is sooooo special...
NOT !
You’ve used to share a body with Chara too, during your scheme.
And then everyone died and suffered everlasting regret.
How’s THAT for a sweet story ?
Here‘s the thing.
You despise how sappy and gross they're acting.
How different Chara’s world became from yours after you’d thought yourselves alike for so long.
You aren’t jealous. You don’t want this. Yet you wish you could want it.
But all that your hollow husk can muster is bitterness and spite.
Instead, the world is moving on without you.
It leaves you to rot.
Like a broken toy.
Here’s the thing.
Even when they aren’t there, you can’t avoid this.
Not when you keep being reminded.
Not when the clock keeps being turned back.
Ugh...
This is the 4th time already.
Here’s the thing.
Its almost 1AM.
You’re pretty sure nothing crucial is happening while they’re at home past midnight.
Definitely not something that would make them need to reload every few minutes.
Definitely not for the second time this week.
Sure, you don’t KNOW why they’re reloading. But...
...You weren’t born in the last timeline.
Let’s say you have a pretty good guess.
Here’s the thing.
Most humans would freak out upon finding a conveniently placed brown recluse spider on their pillow.
Most human would not ecstatically carry it on a tissue to show it around.
Most humans would not manage to pet the damn thing without getting bit.
... And most humans wouldn't have given a wink and thumbs up in your direction after releasing it outside.
You look to the side, grumbling.
At least, you hope, they got the message.