Frisk had woken up in a cold sweat, unable to make a sound but panting for breath as if they had just run an entire marathon with rabid hounds at their heels. Memories that were impossible, that couldn't be true, all recalled nearly instantly. Memories of a world before Impact, of a family they didn't recognize, of flying through space on a fantastic journey. Memories of dying, over and over and over and over and over--
They landed in psychiatric counseling after someone found them in their destroyed room, clutching a knife and locket to their chest.
NERV starts to suspect SEELE's motives early this time, and Frisk finds themself whisked away from their home in New Dublin, pushed into a crash-course on Japanese and thrown into an entry plug before they can even think. The memories rattle around, and if Frisk seems a little too fast to pick up on certain things the personnel in charge of their training don't make an issue of it. Frisk is pretty sure that Dr. Akagi's attention has been caught, however.
The Fifth is followed by a Sixth, and Frisk finds themself on another plane barely a week after being all but kidnapped from their quiet life with their aunt and uncle. They belong here in this world, but at the same time they feel entirely disconnected. No determination in their veins to help them this time, and though they spent 15 years without it the lack is almost painful.
Who knew being a normal human could feel this vulnerable?
The initial tour of the facility is just enough to get themself oriented, and almost immediately they are set to run synchronizing tests against the others. They hate doing this--it feels both natural and supremely unsettling, as if there should be someone else but also no one on the other side of their mind. With the curtains drawn as tightly as they can be within the changing area, Frisk slips into their plug suit with a grimace.
Will he be here? It's only been names and places and ideas that they remembered before, but there's one person that stands out within the jumbled mess. A boy that understood them, listened, had an eternal patience that wasn't patience at all but a lack of caring to do anything else. A boy with red eyes and white hair that didn't understand jokes and never really did learn what a pervert was.
A boy that could end this world, and not even think twice about doing it.
Kaworu Nagisa.
Frisk breathes deeply, swallows, and heads out to the loading area.
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You Can (Not) RESET
Frisk had woken up in a cold sweat, unable to make a sound but panting for breath as if they had just run an entire marathon with rabid hounds at their heels. Memories that were impossible, that couldn't be true, all recalled nearly instantly. Memories of a world before Impact, of a family they didn't recognize, of flying through space on a fantastic journey. Memories of dying, over and over and over and over and over--
They landed in psychiatric counseling after someone found them in their destroyed room, clutching a knife and locket to their chest.
NERV starts to suspect SEELE's motives early this time, and Frisk finds themself whisked away from their home in New Dublin, pushed into a crash-course on Japanese and thrown into an entry plug before they can even think. The memories rattle around, and if Frisk seems a little too fast to pick up on certain things the personnel in charge of their training don't make an issue of it. Frisk is pretty sure that Dr. Akagi's attention has been caught, however.
The Fifth is followed by a Sixth, and Frisk finds themself on another plane barely a week after being all but kidnapped from their quiet life with their aunt and uncle. They belong here in this world, but at the same time they feel entirely disconnected. No determination in their veins to help them this time, and though they spent 15 years without it the lack is almost painful.
Who knew being a normal human could feel this vulnerable?
The initial tour of the facility is just enough to get themself oriented, and almost immediately they are set to run synchronizing tests against the others. They hate doing this--it feels both natural and supremely unsettling, as if there should be someone else but also no one on the other side of their mind. With the curtains drawn as tightly as they can be within the changing area, Frisk slips into their plug suit with a grimace.
Will he be here? It's only been names and places and ideas that they remembered before, but there's one person that stands out within the jumbled mess. A boy that understood them, listened, had an eternal patience that wasn't patience at all but a lack of caring to do anything else. A boy with red eyes and white hair that didn't understand jokes and never really did learn what a pervert was.
A boy that could end this world, and not even think twice about doing it.
Kaworu Nagisa.
Frisk breathes deeply, swallows, and heads out to the loading area.