No Control

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Cory's POV-
    I can't move myself. I can't stop myself. I managed to get out of the room while cursed. Sans teleported to get Frisk. Good. She's the only thing that can stop me.

Frisk's POV-
    Sans rushed to my room, shaking, eyesockets full of fear. "What? What's wrong? Is Cory ok?" Frisk asked. Sans answered "That's just the thing. He's lashing out again, but even he can't stop it. You're the only one who can. He also got out of his room." I rushed outside, so see the havoc raining out on the city. Blood was spilled. Everywhere. Luckly, all our friends, including Sans, are in a secret hideout while I face him. I hope it'll be ok.

Cory's Cursed Self POV-
    "Hey Frisk! Did you miss me? What did I miss from super happy fun land?" My body said as I let a tear fall. "You're not Cory. The real Cory would be joking about me being weak, not about the fact that I actually care about people, unlike you, apparently." Frisk said. I did not expect her to say it like that. She needs to distract it so I can break free. I just need time.

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