﹫ 🟥 ❝ Repetition is insanity. ❞ - A thought lingering in Sai's head, the brainwork slowly slipping down and entering her mouth with the flick of her tongue and the movement of her lips; the words spoken were never heard, however. Frisk, with the inability to hear the sound of the child's voice, stood up and continued walking once more. - Sai stood there, the golden petals of the flowers brushing against her boots the longer she stayed in place. Dejected, helpless, confused, angry - all words to describe the sensation felt after experiencing the loneliness of no communication; no ability to stop whatever Frisk had planned this route. ﹫ ⭐ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐓𝐌𝐕 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝. - A/N, I am new to writing! This is only my 4th story, so please, bare with me here.
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