[The noise certainly gives away the approach of something. Their hand rests over the knife on their hip, expression blank until he steps into view. Speaks.
And then that smile snaps onto their face. Rigid, uniform. They'd wondered, about him. Made note of that particular aspect of their dream, prepared themself. A few weeks with no signs, and they'd almost thought they'd been lucky.
Haha.]
It's me.
And it's you.
[He hasn't attacked them, yet. The memory of rough hands in their hair (his hands? other...other hands) is vivid, and they eye him off with the air of someone relaxed- every muscle tensed to spring away, should he take even one step forward.]
How are you enjoying your island adventure thus far, sir?
[If there was one thing the Batter was aware of, it was that there was a world of difference between himself and a normal human. Not just the manner in which they were created but the way one expresses emotions. A human has full accesses to their emotions and knowledge of what they feel and why they feel that way...for the most part.
The Batter didn't.
So no, he didn't enjoy being here. He didn't enjoy anything.
But back to the matter on hand. The child hadn't attacked him either and the Batter hadn't forgotten being stabbed a number of times and a blade that could alight itself. Keeping his distance was important, so the Batter isn't going to get close unless it was absolutely necessary.]
This place is real.
[Not a dream. It's not him bragging that he was right, but merely stating the facts. It was real and so was the child before him. So.
[Technically, they had also been right. It was a dream; it simply isn't anymore. Calmly, Chara slides their knife from it's sheath, tapping the blade against their thigh.]
Yes, it is.
[So then it begs the question, doesn't it. What does he intend to do from here? The island is still standing; as are the people who've come here, for all Chara is aware of others outside of the few gaining the majority of their focus.
I will destroy this place, he'd said. So why hasn't he already tried?]
[His eyes are on the knife the moment Chara pulls it out. And if they think they can see that, then they will.]
If the impurity exists, I will destroy it.
[So yes, in a manner of speaking. He had yet to determine if this place was corrupted to the point that there was no salvation that could be had that didn't come from his hands.
[He's going to have to be a bit less vague, if he wants to stop this from turning into a rerun of their last meeting. They're far more inclined to fight to he death now that Frisk is alive.]
[A job better left to the likes of the Judge or Zacharie, when the man felt so inclined to help in Zone 3. The Batter normally doesn't spare so many words or explanations, but this time he'll make an exception.]
Corruption. Inhuman creatures and spirits that seek to harm the innocent souls of the world and bury in its flesh. I am made to purify them.
['Made to purify'. Chara is free to take that as they will.]
[Which isn't an answer...or at least it probably won't seem like one to Chara. But he is a savior. Built to save the world, he looked at it and saw the corruption ran bone-deep. The Batter did not turn against anyone to do his mission.
He did exactly what he was created for. And if that is what Chara wishes to see him as....
[And their advice is a warning. Predictable, but useful. Chara is correct. The Batter doesn't know what the people here are capable of and he is without the Add-Ons or the Puppeteer.
So he will learn. And...]
My own death does not matter.
[Again, not a statement meant to be a brag, but the Batter wasn't afraid to die. Chara had seen it before in the way that, while it did cause him pain, the purifier did not panic at the sight of himself being stabbed. He did not start his mission expecting to be the only one to survive either and, in the end, it became necessary.
Escaping from your purpose is impossible. He cannot forget that.]
There are no impurities yet. But I will keep it in mind.
[At least he seems capable of listening. Thinking over what they've said- following it? That has yet to be seen. They don't expect any words they have to say can scare him- not someone like this, no.
He's too far gone, isn't he?]
If perchance you decide to ignore this, I assure you, we will continue where we began, sir.
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And then that smile snaps onto their face. Rigid, uniform. They'd wondered, about him. Made note of that particular aspect of their dream, prepared themself. A few weeks with no signs, and they'd almost thought they'd been lucky.
Haha.]
It's me.
And it's you.
[He hasn't attacked them, yet. The memory of rough hands in their hair (his hands? other...other hands) is vivid, and they eye him off with the air of someone relaxed- every muscle tensed to spring away, should he take even one step forward.]
How are you enjoying your island adventure thus far, sir?
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[If there was one thing the Batter was aware of, it was that there was a world of difference between himself and a normal human. Not just the manner in which they were created but the way one expresses emotions. A human has full accesses to their emotions and knowledge of what they feel and why they feel that way...for the most part.
The Batter didn't.
So no, he didn't enjoy being here. He didn't enjoy anything.
But back to the matter on hand. The child hadn't attacked him either and the Batter hadn't forgotten being stabbed a number of times and a blade that could alight itself. Keeping his distance was important, so the Batter isn't going to get close unless it was absolutely necessary.]
This place is real.
[Not a dream. It's not him bragging that he was right, but merely stating the facts. It was real and so was the child before him. So.
How were things to go this time?]
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Yes, it is.
[So then it begs the question, doesn't it. What does he intend to do from here? The island is still standing; as are the people who've come here, for all Chara is aware of others outside of the few gaining the majority of their focus.
I will destroy this place, he'd said. So why hasn't he already tried?]
And are your intentions still the same as prior?
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If the impurity exists, I will destroy it.
[So yes, in a manner of speaking. He had yet to determine if this place was corrupted to the point that there was no salvation that could be had that didn't come from his hands.
If not....if not...
Then the Batter will sleep, once again.]
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[He's going to have to be a bit less vague, if he wants to stop this from turning into a rerun of their last meeting. They're far more inclined to fight to he death now that Frisk is alive.]
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Corruption. Inhuman creatures and spirits that seek to harm the innocent souls of the world and bury in its flesh. I am made to purify them.
['Made to purify'. Chara is free to take that as they will.]
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[Their smile widens. He must truly dislike having to deal with them, then.]
So you would consider yourself some kind of savior, then. Capable of deciding what is allowed to belong and what is simply...not meant to be.
[How conceited of him.]
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If it is what God wills.
[Which isn't an answer...or at least it probably won't seem like one to Chara. But he is a savior. Built to save the world, he looked at it and saw the corruption ran bone-deep. The Batter did not turn against anyone to do his mission.
He did exactly what he was created for. And if that is what Chara wishes to see him as....
So be it.]
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[God never willed you anything, Batter. You did what you chose to do, and nothing more.
But they aren't about to make that argument. Not now.]
Might I offer you some humble advice, sir?
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But advice is advice. If they had something worth hearing then he'll listen.]
Sure.
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[They state it bluntly- a matter of fact, not to be contradicted.]
The variety of people here ensures that there will always be someone better than you; if they aren't here now, I have no doubt they will be soon.
Acting without forethought will ensure your continued demise.
[Take it from someone who's already been here, Batter. There's no win to find in this world. Home-runs are impossible.]
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So he will learn. And...]
My own death does not matter.
[Again, not a statement meant to be a brag, but the Batter wasn't afraid to die. Chara had seen it before in the way that, while it did cause him pain, the purifier did not panic at the sight of himself being stabbed. He did not start his mission expecting to be the only one to survive either and, in the end, it became necessary.
Escaping from your purpose is impossible. He cannot forget that.]
There are no impurities yet. But I will keep it in mind.
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[At least he seems capable of listening. Thinking over what they've said- following it? That has yet to be seen. They don't expect any words they have to say can scare him- not someone like this, no.
He's too far gone, isn't he?]
If perchance you decide to ignore this, I assure you, we will continue where we began, sir.
And we will continue for a very long time.
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Although, it seems, this one wishes to start from the beginning rather then the end.]
Fine.
[If they stand in his way, then it will end one way or another. Be it his death or their's, it will continue until one finally stands.
The Batter will not back down from his mission. Not now, not until he returns to his coma yet again.]