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[size=8]this is one thing you never understood during the time you have spent shadowclan— torture. really, you fail to see what one can gain from it, nor do you understand why people do it. perhaps others see capture and torture as a chance to avenge themself, or a loved one after something has been wrongly done to them, but you've seen people gouge out another's eye, hingering their gaze, just because they hail from another group. maybe if there was more than just the "i felt like it" excuse, you could comprehend the idea, if only slightly. however, you know better than to expect a good reason behind things like these, so you don't really question it anymore. you usually just stay away and let it happen.

passing out is such an odd experience. one moment you're there— fully aware, fully functional and active— and then you're not. instead, you're stuck in some sort of state of semiconscious. your mind has been bogged down with a thick blanket. thoughts process slowly. voices fly over your head, partially muted. questions flutter in and out of your ears, stuck on repeat. are you dead? on your way to heaven, maybe? will someone you know be there? artpop? will he take you to heaven? a sharp pounding in your head pulls you out of your muggy stasis, initiates a jab of pain and kickstarts your senses and as your eyes adjust to your new surroundings, you find that you are still in hell, after all.

how did you get here? you stare at the ground, sluggishly aware of a body next to yours. funhaus. you extend a paw out to his shoulder. give it a little shake, "daddy?"

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[fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 7pt;]torture was a picky subject for funhaus. the act of torturing someone for either a reason or no reason whatsoever made him squirm in his seat. not to long ago, a younger funhaus would be up for the task, ripping out chunks of flesh and biting deeply onto the soft part of a neck. the splatter of blood across his face would satisfy him, and of those that had practically raised him in the art of capture and torture and death. but those were memories he hid deeply behind barriers upon barriers in his mind that were slowly breaking because of himself. nowadays he would attend a torture in shadowclan just to seem to fit in and watch with a repulsed face as it happened in front of his very eyes. he wouldn't say anything though. it wasn't his proper place to do so. people were people, and they were bound to always do something such as a torture.

funhaus was used to passing out. he had to do it to truly enter the nightmare realm, where the smaller boogeymen and dream demons resided and greeted him with 'your majesty! you are back!'. it's been months though. months since he'd last step foot onto the pitch black grass and spread the wings that were hidden on earth. it's been months since he'd passed out, and possibly even a year since he'd been knocked out himself for bad purposes. through any scenario, he'd still have the small stutter in his heart of surprise when his conscious was no longer in his grasp and instead slipped away to whatever place there was.

it takes awhile for funhaus to let his body 'wake up' from an unconscious state. his body, already not used to sleeping, had to get around to learning what it was to wake up, especially after months of not doing so. as time slips by, the mountain dog slowly brings himself back to consciousness, feeling soft pokes at his shoulder and unfamiliar voices sounding more coheirent. he lets out a few inaudible murmurs before opening his oddly colored eyes. from there he's face to face with unfamiliar people, and the sight of his child. he lets out a small growl as his head pounds with a headache, but manages to look at frisk. "frisk, sweetie, y-you alright?" he asks them, concern over their own well being coming before his own. he seems so preoccupied with frisk that it takes him awhile to see the other two standing there again. it doesn't occur to him that they were in cartel territory, or much less near the presence of a true evil in frisk's life. not even the constant creations of frisk's nightmares could make him realize who bill was.

"what the hell are we doing here? who are you two?"

[size=8]"you take one and i'll take the other?"
you flick your ears at those words, becoming acutely aware of the fact that you and funhaus arent alone. thats more or less a threat in your mind, and it makes you jerk your chin up sharply, pale golden eyes fixating on your apparant captives with a flare of indignity. the speaker is a girl that you've never seen before and beside her— "bill". by now, a small spurt of exasperation, misery, and (surprise!) apprehension flits into your mood, colors your eyes and face. you're so tired of bill freaking cipher intruding in your life and your clanmates lives. you dont understand why they cant just leave people alone. same for betty, too. you haven't seen the girl until now of course, but you figure that since she's with bill she probably isnt much better. dependent. you dont know what that word means (an insult, probably) and you feel your lip curl, ever so slightly, over your teeth just as your father stirs.

akin to funhaus, you tend to worry over your friends and families (or anyone for that matter) health more than you do your own. you cant help but fret; its one of the stronfest emotions you feel. you turn your little head back toward the canine, "'m okay, daddy. you?" you huff softly in response, stretching your neck so that your nose can rest briefly on his shoulder, but your eyes never stray far from betty and bill. in fact, your gaze is pretty much glued to the duo (but you dont expect them to realize that, since you lack pupils) because you refuse to look away from them.

true evil. now, do you see bill as that? or betty? or darkstalker or well, anyone in general as truly evil? no, not really, but you dont see anyone as truly good either. you just see choices, and each choice has an outcome. what that outcome is depends on the choices made beforehand, typically. "bill cipher." you murmur quietly, stealing bills chance to introduce themself by doing it instead, flicking an ear at the yellow feline before looking towards betty and (by extension) maura, "and.. them." you would have called her by name if you had known it but you dont, and there is no way you're asking. [fancypost=border-width:0;color:#B3CCFF;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]MEMORY SAYS I WILL LOSE YOU / TAGS

[size=8]/ aa nope! just do whatever c':

crazy. thats the first thing that pops into your head as you watch betty swing the scythe to and fro, testing it out. the second thing is dull alarm, but not really surprise because you figured pain was going to be an element in this somewhere. it always is. you extend a forelimb out, over funhaus' chest in what is meant to be protective before clambering up to your feet and sitting down in front of him. there isnt any hostility in your movements, but its very clear that you are defending him, "no, you're not starting anything. leave us alone." your brows crinkle downward as you stare at them, a frown mapping out your jaws.[fancypost=border-width:0;color:#B3CCFF;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]MEMORY SAYS I WILL LOSE YOU / TAGS

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bill cipher? the canine watches the two in front of him, mostly focusing his ebony eyes onto the yellow feline. so this was the one that caused misery to everyone they walked across, especially his child? if he was being truthful, he'd expected the dream demon to be... bigger. more threatening. not just a simple and oddly colored feline. but from past experiences, he knew that appearence doesn't even make up half of someone's true personality or ability. "ye-yeah, i'm fine, kiddo. just a bit dizzy, that's all." he says, hiding his slight worry under the sweet honey-like tone he always uses when talking to frisk. it's so surprising to see frisk seem to not be scared at the presence of the two, but funhaus knows that frisk was stronger than how they looked.

the silence it cut off by bill's voice and betty's scythe slicing through the air. his eyes widen at the sight of the reaping weapon and he could feel his throat tightening. now he knew very well the weapon couldn't do damage to him other than slicing his skin up. being a reaper himself made it impossible to take out... whatever he had inside of him, soul or something. he never was proud of being freak of a hybrid, with blood pouring in both demon and reaper blood through his veins. although it made him powerful, it was always a potential of danger. but what he was truly scared for was frisk. now funhaus never really looked into one's soul, or actually in just a body to see if a soul existed in it. he wasn't sure if his child had a soul or not, or how badly betty would do damage with the scythe. he keeps staring at the scythe with such intensity that he doesn't notice frisk standing in front of him to protect him, or bill swinging his paw down towards frisk. both anger and surprise kicked into gear, and the nightmare royalty stood up from his position on the ground. his body was still waking up, so he certainly was not getting anywhere soon. instead the canine tries to tackle BILL down, hopefully not letting him hit frisk.

[size=8]/ rushed + ah yeah! if you didnt already know, just kill them both lmfao i probably should have said that oop. preferably, frisk is killed first :'0 thats how it was supposed to go, right deer?

you have a soul. or well, you had a soul. you aren't quite sure what this red mess of crystalline pieces are now. you like to think of it as your soul, since thats what it originally was, but ever since bill got their grubby hands on it, it hasnt been the same. it hurts your body somedays, and then numbs out your system others. its kind of scary, because you know that technically you shouldn't be alive. when a soul shatters, it means instant death- sans told all of you this and chara enforced it. you shouldn't be here right now, but you are. you're okay, if just barely.

and of course you're scared. you may not show it, but you are. any other day, a confrontation like this would have had you shaking and crying, piled up on the floor. things are different right now, though. funhaus is here with you, in this situation, and this is why you overlook your own wellbeing. when bill struts forward, you tilt your chin up at them in quiet defiance despite how their approach kickstarts your heart. you would have taken the hit if your parent hadnt intervened, jumping out from behind you to go after bill. you're hackles rise up in alarm as you witniss this, fear for funhaus evident in your gaze. the last thing you want is to watch him get hurt, especially by the very being you swore to protect him from.

you might have jumped in, but then you are reminded of betty and you whirl around to face her instead. scythe or not, the weapon fails to intimidate you as you stomp forward, toward her, "what do you want from us?" if possible, you would GRAB BETTY BY HER ARM AND SHAKE IT IN PROTEST.[fancypost=border-width:0;color:#B3CCFF;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]MEMORY SAYS I WILL LOSE YOU / TAGS

With the addition of super strength (even if it wasn't very much), Bill was forced to let go of Funhaus. They weren't really holding on extremely tight; just to try to get the ShadowClanner to let them go. And that attempt seemed to succeed. Bill tilted his head as Funhaus yelled for Frisk and grinned. So they're that close, huh? Breaking the both of them would be easy. Bill didn't know whether or not Funhaus and Frisk had a bond like Gordon and Billiam did, but what they did know was that if Frisk was close to someone, they were determined as all hell to protect them. So what if that person was severely injured or killed?

So Bill attempted to knock the air out of FUNHAUS's lung with air elementals. Regardless if they were able to do that or not, Bill would go after Funhaus again, trying to lash out at his throat with their claws. Might not be a very clean attack (or kill Funhaus, for that matter), but Bill was trying to wear him down for right now.
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[size=8]pain pulses, fast and furious, pools out of you in splutters of red and flowers the ground. your eyes are wide, mortified and glossy with blond crystalline droplets, your breaths coming in rapid spurts as you suck in whatever air you can grab because its your only lifeline. you know that even if bethany doesn't do anything else to you that you'll eventually just die of blood loss. how long can a person live with an injury like this (as in, not being treated to), anyways? an hour? half an hour? not even? you should probably stop it, staunch the flow by clamping a paw down over the remnants of your shoulder so you can steal more time for yourself. funny thing is, you don't want to. you don't want to do anything, actually. moving hurts and dying is a surefire solution.

"f-f-frisk, no!"
daddy. you know, all thoughts of funhaus had evacuated your mind the second the spectral scythe bit into your arm, washed out by pain and fear. but now as his voice swells with shock and mourning, you remember that he is in this hell with you. your focus hazily shifts onto him, your head lolling against the cold, cold ground as you study his expression with a heavy pang. his face is grievous, and you want to comfort him, take away his sadness with little hugs and kisses. you don't want to see him like this, so miserable and distressed. and you certainly don't want him to see you like this, a soon-to-be corpse. no, you don't want that. what you want is to yell at him to pay attention, to pay heed to his own demon because you aren't as important as he thinks you are. you're going to be okay. you part your jaws to say just that, only to witness bill try to pull the air out of his lungs.

curiosity is a fickle thing, truly it is. the knowledge bill has managed to pick off of you from previous encounters seems to be what encourages them to strike out like this, at your father. in front of you. they want a reaction, want to satisfy this curiosity that now riddles them to behave with ill-intent (more than usual, anyways). inquiring minds want to know just what you'll do and thats a good question— what will you do? you have never seen anything like this before. you're not entirely sure what bill is doing anyways and that leaves you to stare in bewilderment, shoulder throbbing and pulsating icky crimson snakes. shock surges through you as you watch, but that quickly turns into horror when bill lunges for daddy's throat.

now that you do understand, "NO! DON'T TOUCH HIM." you explode the second you realize what bill is aiming for, your jawline crooked with unbelievable rage, and without another thought you AIM TO BLANKET THE DREAM DEMON'S BRAIN WITH A SUDDEN DROWSINESS, HOPING TO LESSEN THE ACCURACY OF THEIR BLOW. however, the possibility of this attack working is very slim; your own mentality isn't the best at the moment, your thoughts rimmed with pain and fuzziness as you bleed out at an increasingly alarming rate, and you severely lack practice in manipulating the mind to begin with (you should be surprised that you can even do so much as this). on top of that, bill's mind is much stronger than you thought, even in its deteriorated state, and that takes a lot out of you. if the attack works, it will only last a few short (but precious) moments before dropping away. grinding your teeth, you then turn your focus elsewhere, buttercup hues locking onto your own attacker.

her cheshire-cat grin revolts you and it spurs you to pick at her brain as well. bethany's mind is probably a lot weaker anyways, and definitely easier to get into. now you just have to hope you are able to project any kind of emotion onto her. like what you did with bill, YOU TRY TO PLANT A FEELING OF INTENSE EXHAUSTION IN BETTY, WANTING TO SLOW DOWN HER AND HER ONSLAUGHT ON YOU. If this attack works it will also falter fairly quickly because the closer you edge towards death, the faster your focus dissipates and by the end of it you're pretty much sagging against the ground, a deflated balloon. death would be an act of mercy right about now and, considering the wave of nausea and dizziness that begins to toil in your stomach and roil in your head, it probably isn't far off.[fancypost=border-width:0;color:LIGHTPINK;font-size:12pt;letter-spacing:-2px][center]I'M A N-N-NERVOUS WRECK / TAGS

Of course Bill noticed some things that Frisk did, it was what they were known for. Studying the way someone worked, whether it be through their mind or watching physical actions. Bill felt someone try to enter their mind and let out a growl of warning (even as they were trying to leap at Funhaus) and tried to up their mental walls a bit more to try and prevent Frisk's attack from reaching them. They would have send the attack back at Frisk, but alas, they couldn't. What a shame.
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