*His eyes open slightly, and he gets himself to sit up. Something feels different, but he can't place it. How is he even moving with these injuries? A hole in his chest, third degree burns. Christ. He glances over towards where the fight is happening, hearing the noise. His eyes lock on Betty and Frisk, but he's also trying to watch his friends. He started to feel angry. Guilty as well, but mostly angry.*

Description: | Name: Chris Deadman | Age: 19 | Species: Human | LV: 1 | HP: 10 | ATK: 10 | DEF: 10 | Quiet, analytical, not very expressive, psychopathic? | Asexual, panromantic | Nothing special, really. But maybe he'll be worth something to someone. | \\Lovely base model made by the equally lovely Derp!\\