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Chapter 25 - Low-key Racist Counterpart

ANA (C) P.O.V

I sped out the door and down the stairs with no hesitation. I couldn't think of anything else than getting my hug, I really didn't care about whether these "people" died or not, I could care less if these children were captured and or killed, they aren't human nor are they important to me. So why should I care about whether they live or die? They're just hunks of flesh no matter how Big, small, buff, skinny, tall, or short, they all will be sacrificed to insure my victory. Through all of my thinking, I had made it onto the battlefield, it wasn't where I wanted to be but it worked, there were a lot of soldiers in this area. I looked around, Witnessing Chaos, Death, and Bloodshed, They didn't even have mercy on the small insects (Children). A tiny bug (Girl) ran up to me and grabbed my leg. It (She) was shaking It (She) was scared, of dying. I didn't care though, It wasn't human, it didn't look like me. Why did my dear Mia insist on saving these pests? I easily kicked the small pest away sending her flying as I stared at its (her) squirming body. "Pathetic," I mumbled spitting on it. I continued strolling down the battlefield, calling KIT out. "Feast my creation~" I ordered as it rampaged, killing all Bugs innocent or not.The field was nearly clear when a distressed Mia grabbed my arm. "What The Hell Are You Doing?!" She interrogated. "Getting rid of the bugs" I answered her. "I Said Help Me Win The War Not Make These People Extinct-" I quickly cut her off. "People? Dear, These Things Aren't People. They Are No More Than Cockroaches, Cockroaches That Shouldn't Exist." I lectured. "Now Tell Me, My Dear Mia, Why Do 𝙔𝙤𝙪 Feel Empathy For These Insects" I Spat In A Passive Aggressive Tone. "I-..." Mia was Tripping On Her Words. "P-Please...Don-" She Couldn't piece her words together. "Hm, exactly," I mumbled lifting my hand up to kill the rest of both sides. "Please, Stop." She Begged. I couldn't stand seeing her beg over small insects like these. It was like watching your child cry over their already dead goldfish begging you not to flush him. I was nearly out of time and was about to switch back. I felt my arm slowly descend as I gradually got tired. I eventually collapsed falling into a deep slumber.