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He weakly looked up when he heard someone speak to him, his form seeming to glitch badly from time to time. The one that had kept him here had kept talking about splitting him... whatever that meant.

"̶̢̛́͟H͘͜͏̴e̕l̢̕p͏̧͡?̡ ̨̨̡̛̕A̛҉̴́͟r̛͝e̷̛͠͏̧ ̨͜҉̡y҉̡̛o̧͠͡҉̷u̧̕҉҉̷ ̕͘t̸̡͡h̨̕͜e̕͠ ̛͘͠͞d͏o̡̡c̡̢t̴͏̀͠ǫ̶́ŕ̵̢͘͞'̀͘͝͠s͏̛ ̸͘ņ̸e̢͟͜w͏̧҉͢ ͏͠á̧̛͢s̶͞s҉̷i̕͘͠s̴̡̛̕t̴̡̡͜͞a̶̛͏̧n̛̕̕͡t̸͘?̧̀͟ ̀͢D́́i̵̸̕d̴͘ ̧̧͏̀͡h̷̕e͘.̴̴͜.͏͘͝͝.̨͜ ̵͘͠ģ̴͘͠e͝҉̛͝t̢͡͡͠ ͏̡̨͝͏b͝ǫ̀͢͠r҉e͠͏͡d̵͢͠ ҉͡҉o̸͏̸̡͏f̧͜ ̛͠ḩ̵͘͢͞i̸̸̛҉s̀̕͘͟͟ ̴̸̷̸̶w̸͟͏̵e̢͟į̶̀͟͝r̸͝d̢̧̨ ̧̕d͢ę͠s̵͢͜͠i̶̵r͏̸e̸̕͢͢ ̵͘͘t̨͢͞͏o҉̵̸̧ ̴̵̧s̴̢͞͏͞p̛͜l͜i͘͡t҉͏͘͠ ҉́͠ḿ̛͘͞e̷̴̵͞?͏͏҉̧̨"̵̧͜

“Well, I mean I guess? Though I don’t just go around smooching random people.... or ghosts in this case.” Ryse dons her bright red headgear.

What, my knife?

Ryse looks shocked. This was her friend, sure enough, but they looked... different? “Heh, never expected you to ask me something like this, Zen. If that even is you. But, as far as the most malicious act to my name...?”The boxer walks past the murder child, ruffling their hair before sitting in a chair and crossing her legs.

She begins with a huffing sigh. “Well, I guess that depends on who you ask. If you ask the monsters, it was when I left them after Frisk’s death and the barrier breaking. If you ask Sans... well..” A chuckle. “If you ask the media, or the public, that would be when I shattered Sanchez’ jaw in a title fight. Messy stuff, his teeth splattered all over the ring.”

Now she drops her gaze, leaning forward and propping her elbows on her knees. “But, as far as the worst thing I’ve ever done... It was when I was still messed up. Before I took the name ‘Ryse’. And it’s also the main reason I’m no longer obsessed with chocolate.” She lets out a slow sigh before continuing.

“One day, I had just been sitting on the corner, enjoying a chocolate bar I had acquired. Maybe I stole it, maybe I killed someone for it, I can’t remember. What I DO remember though is that chocolate had brought me peace then. But a couple of teenage jerks walked by, one of them knocking the chocolate from my hand and stepping on it as he passed by. Naturally, I just couldn’t let that slide.

“So, I tailed them until they crossed into an alley. I ambushed them, striking before they even knew I was there. Slit his buddy’s throat clean up and left him to bleed on the ground. But the chocolate murdered I merely knocked out; one slash across the chest and then a blow to the back of the neck.

“I took him to a meat factory I knew was nearby, hanging him there on the meathooks and leaving him overnight. While he was there, I broke into a sweets shop, stealing a bucket of melted chocolate and bringing it there.” She closed her eyes, taking a moment to collect herself before continuing any further.

“I hung it up to and slit a small hole in the bottom, letting it drip through the bottom until eventually it solidified into a chocolate icicle of sorts. I remember him screaming at me the entire time, begging me to let him go as I slowly slashed off the bucket and began to sharpen the spike. It was razor sharp before.... before..” It’s hard for her to speak now, her breath choking in the back of her throat. Ryse brings a hand up to her mouth and takes in a slow, shuddering gasp of air.

“I...I cut open his stomach with it, using my favorite treat to disembowel the poor kid. Slowly I... I pushed it up into the wound as I pulled out the organs... gods I remember the screaming still...” Tears reappear in the corners of her eyes.

What, my knife?

“When I showed someone mercy? Friend, that’s every fight I get into now! I haven’t killed a soul in…” She’s stopped herself. There’s something behind her pause, but it seems to be something she doesn’t want to talk about. Or simply can’t remember. Who knows, having a bunch of voices in your head that aren’t your own makes it difficult to distinguish a memory from a fantasy anymore.

She clears her throat nervously. “I-in any case, every time I get into a fight now, I show my opponent mercy. I have no more reason to kill, and I certainly don’t want any more LOVE.” She gives another shrug and turns away, either trying to get away from these questions or waiting for the next one, it’s unclear.

After a time she turns back around. “What, you’re still here? If you’re waiting for a better story than that, forget it. When I was broken, I killed. I just killed, there WAS no mercy. Mercy meant I couldn’t get LOVE, which kind’ve negated the whole point. Sure there were times where I didn’t kill them right away. But everyone who met my knife died in the end.”