you physically and psychologically abuse domestic chara

you constantly mock and berate chara for not being able to cook like a good partner would

you one day find out that chara tried to make dinner by herself for the first time, just for you

you sit at the table together to see a gorgeous casserole - baked to a golden colour - and chara in a frilly apron sitting opposite of you, the look on her face telling you well about the love and care put into what she made

you try a small bit of the casserole as chara meekly but sweetly says that she hopes that you'll like it you spit it out in her face and throw the dish to the ground, plate and all, when you find out that it actually tastes like garbage

you harshly yell at chara to clean up the mess on the floor

you watch her pick up the shattered bits of porcelain on the ground and scrub her hard work from the floorboard, facing away from you on her knees so that you won't see or hear how hard she's trying to hold back her tears

you go to bed that day to the sound of light sobbing on the other side of the bed

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you wake up early on a sunday morning to the sound of something shattering on the floor

you briskly walk to the kitchen to see chara staring at the cup of coffee she just dropped

you glance at a tray on the counter, incompletely arranged with food that was lovingly prepared

you listen to chara stutter profusely as she tries to explain that she only wanted to surprise you with a breakfast that she made by herself

you see her visibly shake with fear in anticipation for what's about to happen

you walk to a small chest in the living room and produce a black frayed whip, your hands tightening around the familiar grip of the handle as you firmly tell chara to get on her knees and face away from you

you idly twirl the whip in your hand as chara takes off her shirt, her back repulsively scarred from her previous mistakes and misbehaviours

you see chara stifle a gasp of sudden pain as your first strike lands just below her shoulder, instinctively grasping the edge of the table as though it will stop the terrible burning

you feel chara's frail body shudder in agony each time your whip makes contact with her skin as her attempts to mask her suffering grow weaker and weaker

you briefly pause in between hits to ask her if she knows how worthless she is

you hear chara's heavy breathing turn into prolonged cries and sobs as you intensify your swings into an enraged fervor of disgust and anger

you finally comply with chara's hoarse screams and begs for you to stop, but not before one last savage strike

you listen to the soft pitter-patter of blood as it drips from chara's many wounds onto the mahogany floorboard

you set the whip aside and lean down beside chara to hear her, broken and in tears, whispering "i'm sorry" over and over

you gently caress her soft face with the hand you had just used to punish her

you reassure her, with the most kind and benevolent voice you can muster, that it's not something to cry about and that coffee cups can always be replaced

you hold her head in your arms as she bursts into tears once more and buries her face in your chest

you tell her that you'll always be with her no matter what

you listen to chara's shaken voice telling you - as sincerely as anyone possibly could - that she loves you and promises not to let you down ever again

you know the feeling of having a partner that will never let go

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you begrudgingly allow chara out of the house so she can walk to the supermarket and buy things with you

you, on the way there, feel chara pressing her body next to yours to keep warm in the mid-january cold

you have chara help you find all of the groceries on your list and then insist on carrying most of them on the way home

you see chara struggle with both the weight of the bags in her hands and the wounds on her back which still haven't healed

you listen to chara while walking as she talks to you about how grateful she is to have you in her life

you set the bags in your hands down and reach into your pocket for your keys as chara says that she knows she's a such a burden all the time, and she's glad that you're able to tolerate someone as useless as she is

you unlock the door, enter the house and turn around to see chara wide-eyed with a despondent look on her face

you hear chara stutter when she says that she forgot to buy eggs at the supermarket, while you check all of the grocery bags to find that she is right

you stare at her with an implacable expression of hatred as she frantically apologizes over and over before you motion her with one hand to stop

you set the bags inside the house as chara simply stands in the doorway, petrified with fear

you finally lean in behind her ear and whisper to her that she really is a piece of garbage

you shove her to the cold ground, slam the door and leave her outside while the wind and snow begin to blow in anger

you finish dinner early and sit at stairs just in front of the doorway - with a warm cup of coffee in your hands - as you watch chara beg to be forgiven through the glass door pane

you see chara begin to shiver hard as her body heat begins to seep out of her winter coat

you look her in the eye as she sobs weakly for letting you down again

you watch the sun set as chara's shivering grows weaker and weaker

you come down late at night for a glass of water and look outside the front window to see chara, huddled in the corner of the house's porch, trying desperately to keep warm

you listen to her as she weakly re-assures herself out loud that everything will be all right, that you'll come out to let her in, that you'll do it because you love her and because she loves you too, and that you would never ever leave her like this

you wake up in the morning and head outside to see chara, terribly weak and hardly conscious at all, curled in a fetal position on the snow-covered porch and nearly frozen to death

you shake her awake and ask her if she's learned her lesson, to which she will summon the very last of her strength to nod lightly

you bring her inside beside the fireplace, feed her something warm and treat her frozen fingers and toes as the morning winter sun shines through the windows

you, after knowing that chara has been shown her place once more, remind her that you'll always love her

you watch tears run down chara's frostbitten cheeks and listen to her quietly say "thank you" non-stop for having a partner as wonderful as you