[ ✿ ] Monsters were not unusual for the child to see. They had come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, colors and attitudes, all of which exhibited what mankind would consider “sentience”. Monsters were BEASTS to humankind. Humankind, to Chara, is DISGUSTING.
Chara wished to distance from the entire human race, to see that the world SUFFERS a fate it so well deserves. Thoughts dance within the child’s mind, depicting a vast distaste for humankind, for its horrid and self-sustaining nature and its desire to only survive and thrive if it is the most powerful species in the world. Humans craved POWER. A victim of circumstance and familial power struggles was what forged the child into a vindictive introvert.
Curiously, those reddish eyes follow the every movement of an insect-like automaton as it skitters on by. Never in the child’s mind has such a creature ever been beheld. Sleek, like machinery, yet fully fluid in movements like a living creature typically was. Brows knit together as those eyes continue to lock onto their target. Slowly and confidently, the child follows on.
It took a few minutes of walking before it looked as though the automaton stopped in its tracks. That was when the child POUNCED.
The wooden blade had long been withdrawn (Chara needed TWO hands for this job) and the child launches upon the insect-like automaton’s abdomen, hands clutching at both sides as the child dangles with half of their own body still pressed down upon a steel coat.
A certain SMILE crosses Chara’s lips; such a moment mimicked that of a child who just succeeded at catching a BUG for the first time.
Needless to say, for some stupid reason, Chara felt PROUD of this catch.