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Y'know for all that fancy talk, you still haven't killed any of us~

* Oh, shall I remedy that?

{*Bhara snatches the grey face suddenly by the throat, ramming their fingers into a pressure point on their neck to subdue them. Without hesitation they lift the cleaver up and slam it down into their head with a sicking crunch as it broke into it’s head, only to yank it out and slam it down again, splitting the skull relatively easily.*}

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M!A: Current M!A duration reduced to just one more ask!

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askthepacifist:

*That may be true, and I can’t deny it… But don’t you remember what you told me?

[*Hesitantly, they smile, looking directly at Bhara.*]

*Some things are better off broken… Aren’t they? I might be broken… But I’d rather be broken than how I used to be.

* .....But you didn’t here it from me. * .....Idiot....

{*Bhara sighs, looking a bit defeated, and shaking their head as they stare off into the distance for a moment*}

Bhara, what's wrong? You know you can tell me.

* Can I, Chance?

{*Bhara cocks their head to the side, their voice a bit harsh*}

* Perhaps if I did you’d feel obligated to removed my head from my shoulders again.

* Correction.

* Perhaps if I did you’d feel obligated to send someone else after me, eh?

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askthepacifist:

[*They stared, stunned by what Bhara had said*}

*I– Of… course I cared. I-I never asked because I didn’t think you wanted to talk about it. I didn’t want to push you…

[*Chance’s words were forced, as if they were struggling to find just what to say.]

*I’ve been trying so hard to make it up to both of you…

*I just…

* You’re just a broken Chara who’s lost their purpose.

* A waste of space.

Bhara, what's wrong? You know you can tell me.

* Can I, Chance?

{*Bhara cocks their head to the side, their voice a bit harsh*}

* Perhaps if I did you’d feel obligated to removed my head from my shoulders again.

* Correction.

* Perhaps if I did you’d feel obligated to send someone else after me, eh?

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to-tulle-the-truth:

Suede felt like they were playing chess again. But wait, the only person they used to play chess with was their da-

..No. They weren’t playing chess. Someone could die. And if Suede killed someone, Tulle would never let them hear the end of it. Distracted, Suede’s hand gave an involuntary jerk and the knife was bared, if only for a second.

Shit! Suede quickly shoved it back down, but they knew it was too late. Bhara was observant. They couldn’t have missed that. Taking a deep breath and steeling themselves for the inevitable attack, they responded,

*Of course not. Regret is foolish. You can only ever move on.

*And I suppose, if you really don’t want to talk, then I’m done-

as soon as you answer me one question.

{*Bhara stared the knife down and then slowly looked up to them, giving a low snicker*}

* ...I’m listening.

{*They cooed out, not seeming interested in a fight either at the moment, actually a bit amused that Suede seemed intimidated by them. They made no movement closer, tossing the knife up and catching the handle idly, not even putting the slightest bit of effort into it.*}

(@to-tulle-the-truth - Chara) *Heh. Not doing so well there, are ya partner? You're wearing a surgical mask- are ya sick, or what?

{*Bhara blinked and raised their brows*}

* …It helps with the clean up, if you’re so curious.

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genocidal-pacifistic:

[*Stabby’s eyes flared in twisted amusement, their fangs gleaming as they smirked. They pinned the other’s arms down, laughing as they screamed threats. ] *Try it, darling! I’ll simply come back, over and over again! Gut me?! GUT ME?! WHAT DO YOU THINK ME? A FRISK? I’M BETTER THAN YOU, BHARA. YOU’RE PATHETIC. [*They continued to laugh, their hands glowing bright red. Time to see how high Bhara’s magic defenses were. ] *Camellia’s her name huh? How cute! I wish I had been there to see her die. To see her final moment, to watch you FAIL TO SAVE HER. Tell me, Bhara, would she even look you the same?! Would she be disgusted? Or would you change her, fuck her up to be just like you?

{*Bhara continued to thrash, snarling like a wild animal and then suddenly going still as their hands started to glow, staring up at them with widened eyes.*}

* .......

{*Bhara’s jaw clenched as Stabby continued to speak of Camellia, their chest tightening as everything started to flicker in their mind. They were starting to lose their grip on reality, wheezing quietly as they went mostly still. Bhara had just been shaking and gritting their teeth, glaring up at Stabby as they whispered in a growl*}

* I would die. * I’m not afraid to die if it could bring her back. * But... {*Their voice cracks a bit*} * ...It can’t. * So I have to keep fighting... * I have to keep killing... * Humanity deserves to suffer...

{*They lift their head up, getting a better stare on the other as their eyes locked with the other’s, a few bitter tears rolling down their cheeks*}

* Go ahead. You can kill me. * You’d be putting me out of my fucking misery and it’d be about god damn time.

* Or if you want to torture

*H-hey... Bhara? Can... Can we talk? I... I fucked up. I fucked up so bad... I.. I went geno for a while and... I really need to talk to you right now.. ((Genocidal-Pacifistic))

* ….

{Clearing their throat, they talk a bit muffled.}

* Geno…? Well… let’s talk…

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genocidal-pacifistic:

[*Stabby laughed, pressing against the block, lifting their other leg to try to kick Bhara down as they were kicked to the floor. Had they not succeeded, they would roll out of the way and get into a crouch, smirking at the shorter Chara.

*Is that so? *I wonder if your SISTER would agree if she heard you~.

[*That moment, those blinks, that was all Stabby needed. They lunged, attempting to tackle the shorter one to the ground and pin them. ]

{*Bhara stood firmly against their own block, continuing to stand even when kicked, although faltering slightly as they winced and grunted. As Stabby rolled away, Bhara swapped their cleaver to their other hand, preparing to throw it and stiffening half way through as they heard their sister being mentioned.*}

* ...C-Camellia...?

{*Being completely taken off guard and vulnerable at that moment, they barely had a chance to react properly before the other had them tackled to the ground. Thrashing, as the other Chara tried to pin them down, they began to scream*}

* DON’T EVER TALK ABOUT MY SISTER YOU DISGUSTING WASTE OF SPACE! I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL GUT YOU, I SWEAR I WILL!!

*H-hey... Bhara? Can... Can we talk? I... I fucked up. I fucked up so bad... I.. I went geno for a while and... I really need to talk to you right now.. ((Genocidal-Pacifistic))

* ….

{Clearing their throat, they talk a bit muffled.}

* Geno…? Well… let’s talk…

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(@Anathan654) well your certainly different from the other murders i met (turn and mutters to self} your not insane for once and i am not died for the 655th time ...(returns to conversation) never the less i should introduce myself i am Anathan 654, and i am here to find out how exactly what version of chara you are, you are violent, but you aren't insane, trust i know insane, and you are not a pacifist so this intrigues me so may i ask who are you?

{*Bhara peered at them warily, looking quite irritated with the other’s presence in their small space of the vast void.*}

* Murderer?* I prefer executioner.

* Do you even know who I am? How would you know if I were insane or not?

* ....I’m Bhara. At least.. That’s what Chance calls me. Everyone seems to have taken to it, though.

{*Their grip on the cleaver tightens*}

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to-tulle-the-truth:

Suede’s eyes flicked back and forth uneasily, their hand moving to a knife hidden in their belt. Just in case. Putting on their most winning smile, they said,

*Perhaps. I used to be a genocidal Chara as well- I’ve hurt my fair share of people.

*After all, what good is life in a world that destroys itself for no reason?

Suede chuckled, their eyes turning a slight reddish hue.

*The fallen kids were always so fun to mess with… those poor souls would believe anything you told them. Even when you l e d  t h e m  t o  t h e i r  

d e a t h.

{*Bhara’s eyes shifted to the their hand, catching the movement although not quite certain what they were doing, though, they had a few ideas.*}

* Are you some other idiot feeling the regret or something? * I don’t recall becoming a priest in a confessional.

{*They narrowed their eyes and stared at them with a empty stare, it seemed like they didn’t want to make small talk*}

* What is the point of all this? Just say what you have to say and get out of my way.

(@to-tulle-the-truth - Chara) *Heh. Not doing so well there, are ya partner? You're wearing a surgical mask- are ya sick, or what?

{*Bhara blinked and raised their brows*}

* …It helps with the clean up, if you’re so curious.

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*Approaches and leaves chocolate.* *FLEE

* .......?

{*They look at it for a moment and slowly take it, although doesn’t seem like they’re particularly interested in eating it*}

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* ‘Not fair’?

* When was anything fair, Chance.

{*They grip their cleaver a bit tighter, hand twitching in anticipation*}

* How is it fair that I just forgive you for that? * You know that everything you put my Asriel through, I went through too.

* Did you even ask? Did you even care?

* But yet you expect to be forgiven.

Bhara, what's wrong? You know you can tell me.

* Can I, Chance?

{*Bhara cocks their head to the side, their voice a bit harsh*}

* Perhaps if I did you’d feel obligated to removed my head from my shoulders again.

* Correction.

* Perhaps if I did you’d feel obligated to send someone else after me, eh?

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{*Bhara glanced them up and down and then flicked their wrist, tossing the cleaver and catching the handle easily, testing them. They smirked from under the mask and chuckled, their red eyes slowly sliding off to the side as they grumbled.*}

* How fortunate for you.

{*Bhara slowly looked back with a dull expression.*}

* What are your intentions here, exactly? To make small talk with a Chara who is noticeably genocidal?

(@to-tulle-the-truth - Chara) *Heh. Not doing so well there, are ya partner? You're wearing a surgical mask- are ya sick, or what?

{*Bhara blinked and raised their brows*}

* …It helps with the clean up, if you’re so curious.

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*Man, you seem crabbier than usual? What happened to you? (askfreckledfrisk)

{*Bhara cracks their neck and cocks their head over in Brisk’s direction*}

* ...You still act like such an idiot even after I gagged you with your own intestines?

* You’re such an idiot.

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(@to-tulle-the-truth - Chara) *Heh. Not doing so well there, are ya partner? You're wearing a surgical mask- are ya sick, or what?

{*Bhara blinked and raised their brows*}

* ...It helps with the clean up, if you’re so curious.

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What's with the weird mask?

* Just because I don’t mind spilling your blood, doesn’t mean I want to taste it.

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M!A: current m!a is extended by 5 asks!

(( Well shit. Buckle in guys. It’s gonna be a bloody ride. ))

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{*With a flick of their wrist they turned the their cleaver to deflect the stab, taking a step forward only to reinforce the block and try and shove the taller Chara back. Least to say, had they not been able to knock them back, Bhara immediately tried to slam their foot into the other’s leg, aiming to get them on the ground.*}

* And that’s why... * That’s why everyone should die.

* Filthy pigs.

{*Bhara’s voice only wavered for a second, cracking even as their eyes visibly became a bit glossy, blinking away rage filled tears.*}

*H-hey... Bhara? Can... Can we talk? I... I fucked up. I fucked up so bad... I.. I went geno for a while and... I really need to talk to you right now.. ((Genocidal-Pacifistic))

* ….

{Clearing their throat, they talk a bit muffled.}

* Geno…? Well… let’s talk…