05-27-2016, 01:56 AM
A bright, blue light caught the dreamer's notice. Daring to peek out from the table she swiftly set up as an impromptu shield, she saw that the TV was encased in an azure glow. Now, she couldn't see either of her foes from this angle, but it probably meant something bad. Ditching the blockade, she rolled towards Yukki, the TV flying past where she stood mere moments before. She skipped towards the thief before he had time to shoot, intent on staying within melee range; it didn't seem like the man had any other weapons.
She swung at him, but the man backed up against the wall and dodged. Slinking towards him again, she reached for her diary. But before she could use the tattered book, the sound of Chara crying out in pain grabbed her attention involuntarily. She glanced away, trying to see what she and Sans were doing. She caught the skeleton tossing Chara out the doorway using whatever move he did to throw the TV, but couldn't see anything else before something rammed her in the back and forced her away from the wall with a powerful push. Yukki had probably kicked her, but it did little aside from giving him some distance.
Since she had few options, the nightterror phased out again. It seemed like the guy couldn't really do anything to her while in this form, and from the sound of Yukki shouting curses at her, he probably knew that too. But she couldn't do anything either. Now the fight between the two was in a stalemate. Her form began to flicker. What could she do? She couldn't stay like this forever!
From outside, Chara yelled out for Madotsuki to grab her bag from the kitchen. The kitchen? Why would it be there? But it was indeed sitting on the kitchen table when she looked. She was curious as to how it ended up there, but she decided that there were more important matters to attend to, like the fact that Chara and Sans were fighting outside. She floated behind the table, phased in, and grabbed the bag as Yukki gave chase.
If the pain in her leg hadn't have acted up, she would've phased out and gotten to the brawl before the gunman could reach her. But it did, and she struggled to move away before another bullet grazed her torso. Now her leg was starting to go numb and stiff, like it had been frozen. Thankfully, she managed to phase out and pass through the wall with the bag. She almost collapsed, phasing back in as she threw the bag at the eight-year-old (who was now sporting an awful-looking gash in her torso). Chara snatched it out of the air and withdrew a red scarf from it.
The megalomanic presented the fabric to the undead monster, who flinched upon seeing it under the pressure of the girl's constant taunting. A pit started to form in Madotsuki's stomach as she watched the scene while on her knees, although she wasn't sure whether it was from exhaustion or... regret. Here was Chara, once again proving that she was little more than a monster. Mado didn't like to be reminded of this fact. Chara was the only friend she had left; they had done plenty of cruel things, enough that the dreamer couldn't go back to her old life even if she wanted to. It was Chara's way or the highway.
She didn't want to be alone again. She couldn't. Not after all they've been through.
With renewed energy, she rose up to her feet and held out her hand. A writhing, purple mass began to form in her palm. She directed her thoughts, her emotions, her entire being into a single point-- all the frustration, anger, confusion and regret coalescing into a visible form. Just before the chaos felt like it would explode, she thrust her hand out further, sending the energy towards the distracted Sans with extreme prejudice.
She swung at him, but the man backed up against the wall and dodged. Slinking towards him again, she reached for her diary. But before she could use the tattered book, the sound of Chara crying out in pain grabbed her attention involuntarily. She glanced away, trying to see what she and Sans were doing. She caught the skeleton tossing Chara out the doorway using whatever move he did to throw the TV, but couldn't see anything else before something rammed her in the back and forced her away from the wall with a powerful push. Yukki had probably kicked her, but it did little aside from giving him some distance.
Since she had few options, the nightterror phased out again. It seemed like the guy couldn't really do anything to her while in this form, and from the sound of Yukki shouting curses at her, he probably knew that too. But she couldn't do anything either. Now the fight between the two was in a stalemate. Her form began to flicker. What could she do? She couldn't stay like this forever!
From outside, Chara yelled out for Madotsuki to grab her bag from the kitchen. The kitchen? Why would it be there? But it was indeed sitting on the kitchen table when she looked. She was curious as to how it ended up there, but she decided that there were more important matters to attend to, like the fact that Chara and Sans were fighting outside. She floated behind the table, phased in, and grabbed the bag as Yukki gave chase.
If the pain in her leg hadn't have acted up, she would've phased out and gotten to the brawl before the gunman could reach her. But it did, and she struggled to move away before another bullet grazed her torso. Now her leg was starting to go numb and stiff, like it had been frozen. Thankfully, she managed to phase out and pass through the wall with the bag. She almost collapsed, phasing back in as she threw the bag at the eight-year-old (who was now sporting an awful-looking gash in her torso). Chara snatched it out of the air and withdrew a red scarf from it.
The megalomanic presented the fabric to the undead monster, who flinched upon seeing it under the pressure of the girl's constant taunting. A pit started to form in Madotsuki's stomach as she watched the scene while on her knees, although she wasn't sure whether it was from exhaustion or... regret. Here was Chara, once again proving that she was little more than a monster. Mado didn't like to be reminded of this fact. Chara was the only friend she had left; they had done plenty of cruel things, enough that the dreamer couldn't go back to her old life even if she wanted to. It was Chara's way or the highway.
She didn't want to be alone again. She couldn't. Not after all they've been through.
With renewed energy, she rose up to her feet and held out her hand. A writhing, purple mass began to form in her palm. She directed her thoughts, her emotions, her entire being into a single point-- all the frustration, anger, confusion and regret coalescing into a visible form. Just before the chaos felt like it would explode, she thrust her hand out further, sending the energy towards the distracted Sans with extreme prejudice.
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