Ɇɍɍꝋɍ: Đⱥⱦⱥ Ꞥꝋⱦ Ӻꝋᵾꞥđ.

Do you need somethin'? Thought you found your real dad.

Do you need somethin'? Thought you found your real dad.

Well well. Aren't you a curious one? You've managed to stumble upon my humble abode in this vast digital wasteland. What could have possibly drawn you here? was it innocent curiosity or perhaps something else… darker even? It's amusingly endearing either way.

"Now let's see… what are you here for? A battle of wits? A confession of your darkest secrets? Or something else?"

Malhare allowed the last words to linger, no doubt sparking interest upon the curious Keen.

Keen would let out a sigh, "I'll be back. I need to deal with this real quick." Keen would stand up and walk away to where the other man was. "It is NOT trash. It's just vintage. And it's actually in very good shape for its age," he could be distantly heard telling the other man.

"Clearly. So, Mr. Paranormal Investigator, are you going to go investigate? I'd love to sit back and watch you figure it out all on your own, but then, I could also fast track you to underground town. I knew the... leader? King? Of that place, once."

real screenshot from the bill cipher book holy god

Wait what?! I can do that?!

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"Comfortable? Why am I not surprised that you'd steal my techniques and use it for your own selfish desires?"

"Tell me honestly now, doctor… how many lives were spent in your pursuit of progress? How many have you recycled for your 'Solution Six'? How much humanity does it take to build a safe haven?" His laugh was almost sickening in its joviality.

"Oh, you are looking down on me and judging me based on morality and ethics? You, the child murderer? You, the man who put his family in danger just so he could have a taste of immortality?" Cimmerian scoffed. "You, sir, are a clown."

Malhare leaned back in his bean bag chair. "I can see it now... the look on their faces when they realize their benevolent doctor is just a butcher in disguise." He taunted with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Is that supposed to make you any better? Reveling in your sins doesn't absolve you of them. You might see yourself as some form of truth-teller exposing the hypocrisies of the world - especially mine - but all you are is chaos and misery personified. Sticks and stones, Afton," he retorted with a condescending chuckle, his voice laced with venom. "I don't take moral lessons from serial killers.” He paused momentarily before adding sharply, “Your petty attempts to get under my skin are laughable at best."

"I would continue this petty squabble but it all seems rather pointless, doesn't it? Like two old men arguing over who has the shiniest coin. That being said, I think I'll stay where I am. Far away from your precious Solution Six. I would hate to interrupt your self-righteous little parade... and don't think for once second that stealing my techniques makes you anything more than an annoyance."

"YOUR techniques?! You little vermin! You learned everything you're currently employing from me, or have you forgotten?! I was a fool to let you leave Solution Six, especially after you attempted to end my life! I should have made an example of that rotting carcass you once called a body!" He growled. "And I have affected your 'little digital haven' before. Do you recall a sudden explosion of corrupted code not too long ago which put your dearest darling Elizabeth in danger?"

"You can taunt and mock ALL you like, but harm her and I will tear your precious city apart piece by piece." His purple eye swirled ominously, its threatening glow flickering like some malicious ghost light. "Do not make me prove just how much damage a 'little vermin' can do."

"Of course you don't, because you don't really care… and once an abuser, always an abuser. And it's so easy to abuse the ghost of your dead daughter… she cannot die a second time, after all!"

"I am no longer William Afton."

"…Perhaps Elizabeth would do well in Solution Six. Perhaps she would finally feel she belongs somewhere. She certainly doesn't belong with you."

A sick moment of silence hung over them before he added, almost as an afterthought in a disturbingly calm tone... "She would rather be lost in an endless void than step foot into your city."

"Are you aware that other versions of yourself are also fighting over her? Truly, no version of you should be allowed near that girl, after what you've done to both her mind and body. No amount of 'make-upsies' can undo the damage that has been done, and continue to be done just by being within her presence."

"You don't know Elizabeth at all..." Malhare said bitterly, teeth bared into a snarl. "You think I'm scared of your pitiful threats? You should be the one afraid! You have no idea what I'm capable of!"

And with that final taunt hanging heavily, he disconnected abruptly without granting Malhare gratification of having last word.

Malhare's paws balled into fists. "Very well, Cimmerian... your actions have consequences too."