All Your Fault

Chapter 2

PART TWO PART TWOOOOOOO welcome back everybody, hope I caught you all doing phenomenal <3 i just want to clarify for anyone that are reading the other fanfiction im in the middle of, im not gonna leave that fic for good until i finish it, THAT is a promise. but it might be a while before I get back around to it, as A. I am very excited about this fic, i have so many things i want to touch on its ridiculous, and B. i am moving soon, which will make it QUITE hard to write with how many things will be changing in that timeframe, but MARK MY WORDS i will not stop writing for a LONG time, i simply enjoy it way too much to ever leave! anyways, enough babble, lets get to what you all came here for <3

The human skull is nearly impossible to stab through with a normal knife. The thickness and shape of the bone makes it so it'll either just slide off or get stuck half way if you get a good hit.

I'm not as educated on humanoid toad skulls, but I'd imagine they would be similar.

This wasn't a normal knife, however. This knife, which was made of pure fire and energy, was specially designed by Newtopian warriors and blacksmiths to be able to cut through any enemy like butter. Brandishing it was a sign of honor for the royal army.

Andrias told me all this, he explained the mechanics behind it as well, which I found fascinating at the time. He also explained that it was far easier to cut even the toughest armor with such a blade. And cutting through skin was like cutting through nothing at all.

My body dragged the flaming dagger down the toad's rough skin, cutting through his nose, through his mouth, and all the way down to his chin. Sasha was flailing and howling behind me, saying things like, "You sick bastard, I'll tear you apart!" and "You're a monster! A monster!"

Grime's eyes were wide, and the life from within them had completely drained. His body went limp, slumping forward. This action caused his face to sit agape along the line of the cut slightly, blood pouring out and hitting the dark floor of the shield room.

"So much for toad's being resilient. I mean, one little cut and he's already dead? Pathetic." The Core said, retracting the flaming blade and resheathing it.

 I turned towards Sasha, who no longer fought against the restraints of the tentacles. She hung her head, unmoving, tears falling from her face and hitting the floor, mingling with the blood that had begun to pool.

My entire soul felt like it was being pulled on by the demons of hell, calling me to accept my punishment, seemingly convinced that I committed that murder. I don't think anybody would have the will to fight after witnessing something like that, god knows I didn't.

Sasha obviously didn't either, not reacting when The Core brought her close, lifting her chin up to reveal her face full of tears and her eyes seemingly glazed over. "Awe, what's the matter Sasha? Didn't you hear your precious toad, I'm only trying to get into your head." My body cooed, running a finger along her jawline.

Her eyes slowly rose to meet my body's, never moving any of her limbs even an inch. She stayed silent, only giving me a look that signified that she had been thoroughly broken, mentally and physically.

She didn't resist as The Core brought her over to the monitor in the corner of the room, showing the destruction that was being laid on the city below. "Look, Sasha." My body grabbed her chin and forced her eyes to meet the monitor's image, although she still gave no reaction. "Your precious city is being laid to waste, and you're just up here, moping about a toad that you knew for only a few months."

My body slowly turned towards her and laughed, "Some hero you are!" Sasha finally gave some semblance of willpower, and turned to face me with a sinister glare on her face. "You. Will. Pay." She said in a deep, angry voice. A smirk grew on my body's face as I brought her closer to say, "Right, and who's gonna make me pay exactly? You? Your precious Anne? She won't save you, she's too busy losing to that pawn Andrias. See for yourself."