[At first the flare of anger that this little shit would use his dead name against him is enough for him to send out multiple bullets charged with electricity in their direction. The intent sears through the air and there could be a heat to it if could get close enough to someone. Of course it doesn't, since aiming is hard on a good day, and aiming while bound is nigh impossible.
But then they threaten to got after Blooky, and he feels it all drain out of him. The tide of fear that has been building since the moment Mirror Frisk pulled him out from under the bed overwhelms him, swallows him, and he cries out.]
No! Leave them alone!
[He's under the bed again but he's struggling to roll himself back out, not caring that he looks ridiculous, not caring that he sounds so frightened, forgetting that honestly? There is a good chance this Frisk couldn't even make a dent in their HP. All he can think of is his cousin being pinned down somewhere and slashed to pieces. And it fills him with unending panic.]
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But then they threaten to got after Blooky, and he feels it all drain out of him. The tide of fear that has been building since the moment Mirror Frisk pulled him out from under the bed overwhelms him, swallows him, and he cries out.]
No! Leave them alone!
[He's under the bed again but he's struggling to roll himself back out, not caring that he looks ridiculous, not caring that he sounds so frightened, forgetting that honestly? There is a good chance this Frisk couldn't even make a dent in their HP. All he can think of is his cousin being pinned down somewhere and slashed to pieces. And it fills him with unending panic.]