[♡ timeline xi.]

[The words, shrill and distorted, still send an awful and familiar crawl down Frisk's spine. They cup the stone in their hands and speak slowly, firmly, but whatever they say ends up on Tim's end as a thin and watery voice.]

I don't want to let go, either.

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