Flower post

It was at that moment Tom realized something, that is good. That is very good, also apologizing to Sans? T-that was really nice to see. It is good that he understands their connection. That is really good of him, someone who can understand that? They are worth all of the time, oh Tom. Frisk would smile if she were able to...or well any more. Relaxing against the skeleton...trying to hold on. "Sans...it's alright, it's alright." Believing in the demon. That's funny because people tend not to. B-but once everything is set up, souls out and....oh. Toms's soul? I-it's so adorable. If this was not a serious issue? She would be all over petting it. Wait, no that's

 lewd. Bad Frisk, heh. Looking up at Sans, body weak. The corruption being pushed back as much as it's able to with nothing but determination keeping it from taking over her soul and body. The rest of it? It's still held up within her body. The Ichor creating thick ropes aiming for Frisks's left eye. The lid opening once more. The same ichor dripping down only to stop. Thick black ropes moving to finish the connection. Her soul trying to be forced back in. Breaths are gasped out for...it's hard to breathe. With Sans helping her to lie down on the ground. Frisk just looks over at the skeleton first. Not wanting to move, determined to be still....not to move as Sans pins her down like instructed. There is a throb and Frisk lets out a grunt.

The corruption being yanked but...that determination...not letting it take over. The struggle is apparent and taxing but no, she will hold out for them both! She nods to Sans, "I-I know, I know Sans." Honey colored eye looking at the skeleton then looks up at Tom, she shakes her head. "Don't be sorry Tom," Is the last thing she could say to him and she meant it. A hiss of pain is heard as the thing is pulling, yanking so hard. The red optic pulsating. Body twitching in the restraints. When Tom begins to chant, the ground splits and she is separated from the skeleton. There is fear, fear is a normal response... after all.

The ground cracks and heat is felt, not just around her form but within as well. Hot! The soul looks like it's steaming. This grants cries and screams of pain from Frisk. Body feeling like it's burning from the inside out as the corruption is being burned away. Left eye trying to shut, to be kept in but the spell? Or chant? No, whatever this is? It can't fight back. Hands ball up into fists, feet twitch and body arched up some. The tearing, it feels like her psychal form is going to be split in half as whatever in the Hell this thing is being forced out. Blood mixed with Ichor. A red-eye black blob-like thing is ripped forth. Dripping as it is being dragged out. It's own hellish screams and cries mixed with Frisks own. The shapeless mass of corruption and curse reaches forth with dripping hands. Digits melt and reshape over and over as they reach for the soul, if they could only get it.

A warp cry echoes out as the mass is boiling. The jar though, it twitches and opens pulling the mass in. It manages to latch on to Frisks soul. The heat mixed with a boiling sensation sends those pain receptors through the roof. "AHHHHHHHH!" Frisks body is thrashing about on its own. Sobs mixed with cries, it has to be done but it well...it can't be helped. Steam starts to rise up from her. Temperatures on the rise and the mass refusing to let go for the most part. It holds on as long as it is able before losing grip and gets sucked into the jar. When it's over and Tom is blacked out...Frisk soon follows suit. Left eye remaining open. Heavily damaged, ruined...but she is alive. Right eye is closed and tears run down her face. Form is almost too hot to be touched right now. When Sans goes to check the vitals he would notice a slight drop in pulse but that is somewhat normal, though for HP? Four is lost, almost half but is holding out. The Flower is tough...very tough. Bright red soul is hovering there, glowing brightly. It starts to move around some...Frisk is moving around..slowly though. The red heart floats over to Tom to make sure he is alright too. As she is scooped up to be held, the heated form curls up against his own. Soul is then returned. Will have to heal the both of them later...once everyone is ready.