Determinspiration

[heart_breaking]

Knowing the potential threads that the future holds fills you with determination.

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[gainedlove]

Frisk pulls back reluctantly, their tears already rolling down their cheeks despite the thin comfort Chara's continued presence provides. They sniffle and hiccup, quiet and miserable sounds, but Chara isn't fading away yet. They don't want to, and that's enough to let Frisk find a sort of steady ground within themself once more.

They scrub at their own eyes and nose, thinking about what their partner says. There are so many things that neither of them really know, that probably can't ever be known...and even if they tried their best, no two timelines are exactly alike. Something always changes.

"Like...like how Alphys calls us sometimes?" It's a ridiculous comparison, but also the first thing Frisk can think of. They should find a better analogy. "Or...or those grey monsters?"

Frisk looks down, their gaze sliding from Chara's hands to their own and back again. The gears in Frisk's head are starting to move, now that the shock has settled somewhat. "...maybe...this means it'll be different this time? Do...do you think they'll be able to see you, too?"