[Visions of violence and gore swirl in their mind, each word sharpened to a razor point that digs under their skin like a needle. They feel sick, claws trembling against the pearl that remains firmly rooted beneath, unable to even leave by their own free will because even now it still won't let them choose—
It's a nightmare they can't look away from. Why should they? He's right. He's right about everything else, so why not this, too? Wouldn't he know? Wouldn't he?]
Shut up.
[The words cut through the echoing laughter, dredged up and amplified with that unsettling, commanding tone. They can't even muster the strength to be mad about it for once. It breaks through their paralysis, enough to remember their own voice.
They may not have their freedom, but here, they can at least speak as they choose. They don't have to just stand there and take it.
They focus their mind, the power of free speech swelling in their chest.]
Fuck off. You're not even my real brother, asshole.
[Despite the sheer, wildly unnecessary volume of it all, it still sounds distinctly Kris.
They then visualize the biggest middle finger they could possibly imagine. It is insane how big that thing is. Lesser minds would go mad, trying to envision such an enormous and powerful insult.]
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friendlyflower) wrote2025-05-26 09:32 pm
4/4
[With that, he laughs, and laughs, and laughs.]
1/2
It's a nightmare they can't look away from. Why should they? He's right. He's right about everything else, so why not this, too? Wouldn't he know? Wouldn't he?]
Shut up.
[The words cut through the echoing laughter, dredged up and amplified with that unsettling, commanding tone. They can't even muster the strength to be mad about it for once. It breaks through their paralysis, enough to remember their own voice.
They may not have their freedom, but here, they can at least speak as they choose. They don't have to just stand there and take it.
They focus their mind, the power of free speech swelling in their chest.]
2/2
[Despite the sheer, wildly unnecessary volume of it all, it still sounds distinctly Kris.
They then visualize the biggest middle finger they could possibly imagine. It is insane how big that thing is. Lesser minds would go mad, trying to envision such an enormous and powerful insult.]
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Flowey hangs up. He'll let them get the last word-- he knows he won.
(... so why does he feel so awful?)]