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{☆} S H A D Y bars were shady. Gamora was disgusted by the maintenance of the entire establishment, sure that should she sit down, she would S T I C K to the leather. She wrapped her lips around the straw in her drink, keeping her eyes peeled for the T A R G E T. Her eyes glanced at the screen to V E R I F Y the poor S O U L who pissed off Thanos.

The B A S S pounded in her ears, irritating the headache that was already forming behind her eyes. Kill this guy, get out--go H O M E. Blinding multicolored lights shone around, reflecting off of the cheap sequins on girls’ scantily clad outfits. Many of the younger women looked like they had N O business  being in a bar, let alone this S C U M den. Hands would find their way against her skin, though a quick S C O W L usually removed them pretty quick. 

Spotting her M A R K, Gamora sidled up to the poor B A S T A R D. Clearing her throat, she tossed her dark locks behind her shoulders, gesturing to the bartender.

                                                    “Can I get a T R O U B L E M A K E R?”

She bit down on her lip as the bartender nodded, turning her expression to the target. Fluttering her lashes against her cheek, she offered an almost flirty smile.

Starter for @toudaimoto-kun from {x}

  Assassination was not a profession Mikaela Shindo would have chosen for himself from a young age. When other kids were saying that they wanted to be doctors, musicians, or policemen, he was right alongside them, saying that he wanted to be a doctor to help people. He wanted to save lives, but instead, he joined a profession where he shortened lives.

  Growing up, Mikaela didn’t live in a happy home. His parents seemed to resent his existence; his father took out his anger on the young boy through physical means, and his mother turned to a cult and fell into insanity, leaving him no one to even attempt to protect him. He was alone in the world, and it left him with a cynical outlook on life. The boy who wanted to one day protect others became violent on the inside, though he kept up the demeanor of a happy child with a normal home life and immature desires.

  One day, when he was only eight years old, he was pushed out of a moving car by his mother, just in time to avoid the crash caused by his intoxicated father behind the wheel. He stared in shock at the scene, and before anyone could call an ambulance, he was found by the leader of an assassination group, who had investigated his home life. Mikaela was brought up in the Hyakuya organization with other children his age, raised to be killers that high profile clients could rent out, including government agencies, royalty, and even some idols.

  On this occasion, Mikaela was on a seemingly simple job, taking care of someone who had stolen precious information from a group of powerful yakuza. He traveled to Kyoto to get the job done, and it was relatively easy, despite that his opponent was a trained fighter. Mikaela was one of the most skilled agents in the field.

  Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a normal mission turned into a disaster when a tourist snapped a clear picture of him murdering someone. He called for someone to clean up his mess and decided to take care of this man himself. Given his casual expression, it seemed he didn’t even notice Mikaela. It should be easy enough.

  It wasn’t.

  Each time Mikaela tried to steal the camera from Kurashi, the man moved away or took out his camera. Eventually, he realized he needed to try a new method, so he backed off and followed him to a restaurant. Luckily, it wasn’t crowded, but he figured that he could probably seduce the man and bring him back to his hotel, then take the pictures at that time. It wasn’t the first occasion he had relied on his looks to get what he needed from people.

We’re all pawns of some scripted fate...

(Click on it!) 

I need to keep my sadism on an iron leash. Thats what I say, then I draw things like this! 

*Your entire existence bothers me! Its both confusing and annoying… 

Frisk glared and crossed their arms. Chara looked and acted exactly the way their Chara does. Yet they weren’t the same person? They were beginning to really hate timeline jumping…

*Also, i will never apologize for attacking you first… 

They puffed out their cheeks. 

*We’re still fighting anyways…I won’t lose to you…

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* Luckily for Chara, this was hardly the first time they had been put through the SOUL wiggler. It was a little strange having a Frisk wield such frightening power, but ultimately, it made no difference who was heaving their SOUL around the room with nothing more than a flick of the hand; this always ended the S A M E  way, and only carelessness (on both their parts) could affect the outcome.

* But God, Chara’s getting tired of this. They put some distance between them and their E N E M Y , trying to get a read on their next move. In the meantime, a bit more taunting couldn’t possibly hurt.

* Oh, come on, that was great~! You’re not even gonna dignify it with a response? I spent at least three WHOLE seconds coming up with that bit of comedy gold, and all I get is a wimpy “RRRRRRRRAHHHH CHARA YOU’RE SO EVIL GIVE ME BACK ALL THE PEOPLE YOU MURDERED!!!!” ???? Geeze, Frisk, if you’re going to make an attempt on my life, at least give me something to work with!

* Chara’s grin grows ever-wider as they laugh, brandishing their knife like a judge’s gavel.

* But really, do you think that killing me is going to change anything? The only thing I share with YOUR Chara is a name and a face and a rather disturbing appetite for m u r d e r , and that last one has become pretty arguable, depending on who you ask. Seriously, no wonder you couldn’t stop them, H e r o ; you can hardly stand~! Here’s a friendly tip; even if you have freaky-deaky SOUL powers, don’t pick fights you can’t win, especially when those fights are against me.

* Chara rolls their eyes, unamused.

* So, are you gonna give up, or do I have to do this the hard way?

They got up as if the blue attack was nothing. To Frisk, it was as if every movement, every word was a stab at their loss. Frisk clenched their teeth through Chara’s taunting and winced at the others’s impression. It…did sound a little like that…

As Chara’s knife rose to a threatening position, Frisk felt their head pound. They clutched their head, pain flashed across their face. The memory appeared in their head before they could stop it.

*No matter what happens, we will always be there to protect you.

Toriel wrapped her arms around them and hugged them tightly. They hugged back before they were forcibly pushed out of the room. The large doors slammed shut as Frisk tried in vain to reach them. An explosion rang out just as they reached the handle and there, everything went black.

Flames erupted from their SOUL and their eye blazed red. And when they looked into their cracked SOUL, they could faintly see two figures. Their faces were familiar…and their smile, encouraging.

* But really, do you think that killing me is going to change anything? 

Chara’s voice snapped them out of their stupor and they scowled. Their second line, seemed to catch Frisk off guard.

* The only thing I share with YOUR Chara is a name and a face

*…My…Chara…?

The flames flickered out suddenly and their eye color returned to a dim brown. Their SOUL felt cold again… Frisk stared at Chara and felt their anger begin to flare once more.

* So, are you gonna give up, or do I have to do this the hard way? 

*THEN WHO ARE YOU? YOU LOOK LIKE THEM. YOU KILLED THEM!

They pointed an accusing finger at Chara. Frustration got the better of them as they readied another lightning bolt. Electricity crackled in their hand as their SOUL flared brilliantly to match. But they hesitated…