Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-25926749-20160327162214/@comment-25926749-20160417212044

""Your funeral..."

Chara slowly left her vessel, appearing as a pulsating, deformed red heart of determination. The heart glew a sickly red like the Real Knife and a grey barrel sticking out of it...Frisk fell to the ground, curling up in a ball and laying inside the bone cage. She looked up at Sans, with a desparate face that said, "I'm sorry."