♛— A screech, more akin to a cornered predator than a human girl, resounded through the air as Chara struggled with all her might against his hold. She knew what was coming next– And she wished she didn’t.
Her cries only increased in volume when, just as she predicted, the true pain began. This wasn’t her body. No, the real Chara died a long time ago. But that didn’t mean the child’s fractured, jaded soul couldn’t still experience pain.
She was no stranger to suffering, she expected it even, but this was always a bit too much for her to bear. With every impact, the subtle cracks on the red heart-shaped whisp doupled and tripled in size. Chara felt like she was being burned alive then ripped apart by a thousand hungry wolves before being sewn back together– only to be put into a meat grinder.
She could say a lot of things about Sans– One of them was THOROUGH.
She felt the child she was bound to, Frisk, beg her to stop. They hated this part, too, and they were tired of playing this game. It just wasn’t fun anymore.
But, their actions in the Ruins had caused a chain reaction that not even the opposing spirit could stop. Besides, when all of this was over {IF SHE SURVIVED}, she’d gain their SOUL.
First though? She’d make this impudent little monster pay.
She struggled to right herself with broken limbs and willed her soul not to disintegrate into pieces. She had to do end this.
“I… will end you,” she growled. With gritted teeth, muffled cries, and more than a little stumbling, she managed to right herself. Chara shambled forward with the dread knife still clenched tightly in her left hand. “I will end you!”
Welp. Looks like she’s not going to give up. It’s not that he WANTED her to or anything ( he loves killing her over &&. over &&. OVER again, make her feel the pain he’s felt every single time she’s killed his brother right before his eyes ) --- it’s just that ... well ... he’s tired. He’s so very tired. He just wants to sleep, take a rest, wake up with his brother and go back to the charades they had, maybe break facade for a little bit to throw in a seemingly-sarcastic “ I LOVE YOU ” even if it gets him extra puzzles to do. But the thing is, he knows that he can’t have that. Even if she resets, she’ll do the same thing again, and he’ll have to watch Papyrus be proud of the demonic impostor of a human child instead of him. ( Papyrus will never know just how strong he is, what he DOES to PROTECT everyone ... even if he fails a few times. )
‘ how many times have ya said that now ?
sixty ? sixty-five ?? ya know kid, i’m starting
to think that you’re on your last leg of life
here. so take my advice while i’m being
even the SLIGHTEST gracious, okay ?
B U R N I N H E L L, DIRTY
BROTHER KILLER. ’
Summoning a few walls of bones, the skeleton threw her in the direction of the walls each time, but making sure to give some time for reactions, to dodge. Killing her quickly isn’t ever fun, so he’d always use the strongest attacks first, then give small, fast attacks, trying to mask the uneasy feeling of anguish - of KNOWING settling in his bones. He knows he can’t keep this up forever. He knows that she will eventually get what she wants. But for now, he’ll dismiss the thought and continue attacking. He can do this forever. He can always DODGE.
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