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Figurative Demon vs. Literal Demon [Con't]
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As the dancing demon, punched Chara into oblivion. She weakly teleported away from the demon. As she did she saw her Hp, it was 10/99 at this point. She knew Bendy was close to death, also by the way he threw his attacks at her; trying to kill her any way possible. Her breathing got faster and the torment on her soul grew.
 
She scowled at the chances of not dying. “You cannot win, against the humans. The monsters were steam-rolled last war, and what makes you think the monsters can win now?” Bendy chuckled as he rushed towards Chara. “It’s because they have me!” He trusted a fist forward and the demon who comes when people call its name, dodged to the side swinging her knife. Bendy grunted in pain as some more ink came off.
 
 She felt Frisk break through the demons hold and forced Chara to show some mercy. “Were one in the same it seems.” Chara tried to reason with this thing, against her will. “We had hopes and dreams and someone or something turned them to ashes. You the entertainer, i the scapegoat of the village. They, the cult forced me to endure pain. I was scared when i fell, but i found my duty as the Judgment of this world.”
 
She felt her brain working. If Bendy was on the over world how did he get down here unless . . . Her eyes darkened as she felt a surge of energy, the seven fallen grew furious all at once. “You are a sick creature. This battle seemed wrong, but you are an anomaly like THEM, something that should not be here!”
 
Her eyes flared blood red as she chuckled. “The Gods huh, you honestly believe that god’s rule this world? We have reached the absolute, the difference between me and you is that i have literally nothing left to lose. I killed my Mother, Friends, and soon i will kill my best friend.” She talked while walked towards Bendy. “But if i die or since Asgore died in the soul room probably. Flowey will take the six souls probably and become a demi-god.”
 
Bendy’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait you mean, the flower already has the human souls? He is a monster?”
 
Chara spoke bluntly. “He was made from DT; try the True lab for information, though I don't think knows the location of the souls.”
 
She rushed Bendy and stabbed him in the arm, causing him to scream in pain by the sudden flip of the dime. She got a spear made of ink in her thigh causing great discomfort.
 
 Chara tore the knife away from Bendy and moved away painfully from it, dodging when possible. She felt her body bleed slowly, she hoped that the save point would be intact in other places. That was when she felt her knees buckle under her and she fell down onto one knee. Bendy grinned at Chara’s face of discomfort. “Finally, you will die by my hand! My last obstacle will have fallen.”
 
Chara coughed up blood as she watched the dancing demon walk closer. “Are you even a monster? Because if not, then your plan is for naught.”
 
Bendy scoffed at her question. “What do you take me for? Something that isn’t a monster? Please spare me the idiotic questions.” He stomped onto her back, causing the demon that comes when people call its name to grunt in pain. Chara struggled weakly under the boot as she slowly died. “Any last words before i kill you?”
 
Chara smiled weakly as she spoke lucidly. “Determination and Bravery fought once before. Determination lost, and Bête noire was the result. Beware the monster that causes true fear.” In one last act of revolt against her fate, Chara glitched away from the boot, throwing her knife at Bendy while she was mid-air; and hit Bendy’s torso and caused the knife to pass through completely.  Chara slumped once she hit the ground hard, and saw Bendy’s face of disbelief and smiled weakly.

 She felt a strange sense of peace come over her, as she knew she did something to atone for a few of the atrocities she committed.

Bendy also slumped to the ground, trying to cover his knife wound up with his gloves. This was the final hour for someone, and either way humanity was screwed one way or the other by their own creation.

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