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"I-I can help! I can be useful to you! I can-! I-I... I can...!" The flower- Flowey, Kit has to remind herself, though she barely has the wherewithal to at the moment -stutters, and stammers, inching back as far as his rooted stem will allow. "P-Please... don't kill me...!" The human steps forward, not giving an ounce of hesitation as they cleave through the head of the flower, severing it. And then they do it again. And again. And again, cutting, striking, swinging, slashing, tearing him apart until only petals remain on the floor. Then, for good measure, they make sure to grind those into dust, under their heel. Only ash remains, which a gentle breeze carries away. This is the protagonist...
Suddenly, Kit has her doubts about helping this one escape. Wouldn't they only cause more havoc? But as she turns to leave- Oh. That's right. They're in a "battle". Ugh, she hates these RPG worlds! Until it's finished, her ship is going to remain far, far out of reach, and she just has to... Hm. There should be no more enemies left, and it's not as though she counts as one, being an interloper and all. So why aren't they-
"Greetings," a voice states, coldly, yet with a smidge of enthusiasm. "I... am Chara." A red glow permeates the black void now, as Kit spins around, finding the human face to face with who she can only assume is "Chara". They don't have much time left, however, she has to cut whatever end scene this is short!
"Listen," she starts, taking a step toward the two. "You won. I'm... sorry. Your world isn't going to last much longer, we need to go as soon as possible, or we're going down with it!"
Chara doesn't budge an inch, their gaze slowly shifting from the human, over their shoulder, to Kit. "I-" Before they can finish, a blood-red geyser emerges from behind them, piercing the dark veil- as well as her ears, OW -with a shrill screeching sound. If Chara or the human were affected by this, they don't show it. "Then let us expedite things," Chara says, tilting their head ever so slightly. "There is nothing left for us here, partner. Together, we eradicated the enemy, and became strong. But our work is not yet done. Let us erase this-" The "ground" behind them runs red with cracks, and Kit can barely get out a 'watch out' before more piercing red breaks through. By now, dozens of the things have sprung up. Chara does not seem amused, nor worried.
They turn around, slowly, hold out their hand, and... summon their knife? What are they planning to-
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-Chara shoves the tip of the blade into the geyser, causing it to... still? What? What?? WHAT??? Kit's never seen anything like this, they just stopped it! How did they even- What- What are they?! Then, strangely, from the bottom to the top, the geyser takes on a layer of stone. Chara pulls their knife out before it can reach where they'd impaled it, simply watching as the geyser is covered. And once that's done, it just... fades. As if it were never there to begin with. She tries to speak, but the words fail her. "Wh-What..."
Chara's shoulders raise, then lower, as they turn back around. "Our work here is done. Let us erase this pointless, barren world, and move on to the next." Red continues to flood the room(?), as more and more geysers erupt. They didn't stop it all, but still, managing even one...! Two words appear, on either side of Chara, as they outstretch their hand.
"ERASE," to the left.
"DO NOT," to the right.
The human shows the first sign of life in minutes, taking a step forward. They stop. Hesitating, if she had to guess. She tries again to speak. "L-Listen, that was-! We could really use your help, if you're able to do something like that!" The human takes another step.
Chara briefly breaks eye contact with the human, to make the same with her. "Hm. Kit, was it?" Kit... nods. "We decline your offer." The human takes another step forward, hand beginning to rise. The geysers draw closer. "But that does not mean we won't meet again." Their hands touch. "ERASE" lights up, in bright yellow. "...In the next world." Their hand grips the human's tightly, as they take their blade, and thrust it dow-
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