Hate.

The broken body of the Timor scrapes against the fractured ground below, the sound of the metal scraping against the earth echoes through.

the air, piercing the silence, with the grinding scrapes, of its broken Hand as a burst of darkness engulfs the whole of the white,

With a swift gesture, Christopher waves his hand through the air, breaking through the thin veil. Suddenly, the surrounding air vibrates and the veil ruptures, exposing the unnerving bend in the dark, almost pulsating mass. The sight of it shivers the air,

The darkness seeming to swallow everything in its path. The empty void of white seems to echo in the emptiness, creating an eerie feeling. him feel as though he's entered a long-forgotten tomb.

Christopher glares at the Malignant Mass Hayden, staring "I don't think I can do anything to that" Christopher Coldly respond.

"It's not code, but literally you're going to have to leave. I'll handle this thing," his eyes glowing As the hate crackles, slamming the ground.

A hallowing roar resounding as it blurs with such destruction. Even the white void is damaged, to his surprise.

"Bastard." A thundering boom resounds as it's flung back, skidding across the white void as it hurtles infinitely, howling out as Perseverance claws Pierce. across it.

Dying, the white to Purple. It flings across the void with a blitz of speed, Christopher Sides steps into it, the purple slung in the infinite slowly fading,

Christopher materializes silently behind the entity of hate, his hand glitching like a broken hologram. With a swift movement, he extends his hand and a small orb, emitting a soft light, levitates off his palm towards the hate.

The air around them crackles with an unnatural Flow, The Hate barely dodges as the orb expands into an incomprehensible beam, tearing apart everything,

hate Slashing Determination, Christopher Blurs, Not having any reason to be hit, as another orb touch the ground,

Hate Howls, as a flashing Eruption of Integrity, as the deep Blue, engulfs the beam of white, Christopher floating in the air as a horde of ring infused with Bravery,

Form Trillions of dots grey. A snap and orange lights up Imploding Hate arm blown off as it's thrown backwards, in agony quickly Regrowing it to launch an assault mini-gun off. Bravery shot as it flies, stopping around him.

Christopher glances at them, his eyes glowing as insanity fills the air once more with every Dot Tremble, imploding into slithering black serpents of Shifting White and black,

Akin to a living Item, It Rush the Hate entity, Christopher forming a ball of dedication, the deep Pink hue erupting in warnings for the instinctive creature.

Dodging its blitz across the sky, stopping it from spikes. After it as if homing, on time the black Mass Sinking. to avoid it.

the dedication bolts down, slamming the voided Ground as it howls out in expansion, of dark pink, Dispersing he Blurs,

Appearing right in front of it as a shockwave of power engulfs his hand, bursting forward, the hate body arches backwards, cracking as a hole is thrust through.

the entity hurtled Backwards crashing from the air it slams across the blank void, the black mass expiring it Howls out, Again,

the Ground beneath the cold Christopher, shattering as pure hate erupt in tendrils of deceit, Christopher seeing through as Recklessness Rush from the sky raining like a hail of ice.

upon Christopher, an orb appears behind the hate as masses of bravery tear at the sky in grey dots deactivated Filling the whole of the Field with them.

He blinks just as the tendrils near pierce his chest; The Hate Slashes across his chest with apathy infused with determination, the light purple overshadowed by the Erratic Determination within it.

Christopher's eyes wide in his cold state, as genuine cracks form on his form, Christopher starts to light up with an exaggeration hue of white,

A thundering explosion Erupt in a piercing thrust of energy, the hate struck 1000 times in a second by the spike of insanity pushing him back with the wave.

Christopher swipes his hand down, "Gash all things in the biting cold." the air freezes in an insane as reality itself is cleaved even within the void.

Hate Split through a hundred dimensions, Christopher's expression indiscernible, as hate Peers at him. A crackling resounds as its mouth opens, a Shattering Concentration of DT Erupts.

Piercing across the sky of emptiness, Christopher's eyes barely catch it before dodging on the brink, his wing shredded,

As the hate appears right in front of him, an unmouthable release, he disperses just as hate going to crash into him, Christopher.

Stare at it Finally using Death, the energy floods the sky, with a misty resonance, Hate glaring at it not even in its second stage.

It bloats, storing another beam of determination meshing in some hate, Christopher appears behind the bloated being,

swiping his hand, light Twists and contorts the ground ruptures as the void finally fades out, Vines Entangling him with such resilience even Perseverance holds little to a candle towards it.

It howls being crushed amongst the growing Mass of vine. "No more games. The death beacon appears above it, focusing all energy towards it,

The fabric begins to writhe and contort as a sudden burst of darkened Energy erupts from it, a sharp crackling sound, the air is filled with the sweet smell of death, something intolerable to humans as searing cold frigidly through the material.

The ground trembles beneath as a horrid Cry Engulfs the Air Guttural in nature, as the insufferable hate is stripped away bit by bit.

the vines fading from life as their vibrant resilience fades to death, Christopher presses his lip, grinding his teeth considerably.

the beam impenetrable, Gaster Stare in utter horror, Sans Shocked equally is Papyrus, the sensation of death suffocating to humans.

The sweet smell eludes them. Only the pungent burning of all life around as a purge equal to sterilization wipes the whole of life from that section.

"COUGH!" Christopher Ignores it, the hate purge at-least one form of it, as the remains lie dormant for moments, an energy surge.

"What!?" the beam already gone.

(it appears he forgot Stage two)