@knifekiind & @mutemade & @vcidbound || [x]
〔Ω〕:: вeнιnd a ѕмιle ::
*(There are several things that he never wants to hear. Screaming happens to rank as one of the biggest ones. Unfortunately for him, the scream that reaches him loudest is the one he knows well.)
*(Bones moving in elaborate cascades, jutting out at all directions and the glint--)
*(He’s moving before he can properly come out of the memory’s flash. And perhaps that’s why the door ends up knocked off it’s hinges with traces of cyan magic in wisps and his slippers thudding across the hallway. And then down the stairs just as quickly, half-teleporting himself through a trip on one and then he reaches the entryway.)
*(And time slows to a crawl at the scene that awaits him. He watches Katie shove the brat away, sees the knife--red, red, he hates red--and the stench of blood already wafting through the air. And then, he starts to B U R N. Anger fuels him, his pupils having just returned for a second before blanking out again as his hand lifts and a resounding ping echoes through the room. Chara would find themselves yanked away.)
“... y’know.”
*(Bones arc around him in a loose spread, he’s numb to reality and consequences now. Rage has inflamed his SOUL and he will stop for nothing here. He could crush them right now, but no... He has to make it S T I C K this time.)
“I a l w a y s k n e w I w a s r i g h t a b o u t y o u.”
*(And then he grips them, pulling them toward him without mercy; bones angled forward and aimed to k i l l--)
