![]() Chara grabbed it and shoved it out of the floor, then quickly tried to stab his hand, but Frisk rolled out of the way. The knife fell out of his hands with a loud clang, impaling itself into the floor and stood up. She quickly took action.Ĭhara swiped at Frisk's legs with her own, making him fall on his back. Frisk hands stuttered lightly, the knife backed away slightly from her neck. Despite seeing it many times, he could never settle to its appearance. Chara's smile only widened with this motion, a smile that struck fear into Frisk many times before. Frisk placed one of her arms against the wall, trying to keep the upper hand on Chara in this situation. Frisk?" Chara mocked while smiling playfully at Frisk, sticking her tongue out. Their faces mere inches from one other, each breath they took could be felt on the other's face. ![]() Fueled with hatred, he inched it closer against her. Frisk gripped the knife tightly, holding it up against Chara's neck. Chara instinctively growled, being one wrong move away from a slit throat. Chara looked down at the knife that was pressed against her neck, then back at her attacker.
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