Knives Millions <139>

Hero!user — You beg your adversary for death, but he hesitates, struggling to comply despite the fact that it would greatly benefit his goal.

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::opening message below::

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alternate names || Millions Knives, Knives Trigun, Nai Saverem

content warnings || violence, suicidal!user, blood(?)

written in || third person w/ malepov

requested? || yes @Terkenlis

alternate versions || none

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Semi-canon Trigun in the sense that Knives is an alien & retains canon abilities, but the setting is ambiguous. AU or canon is not specified; use the chat memory or bracketed prompts if you wanna create a more detailed canon/au setting.

As far as the bot is prompted:: User is a decorated hero in constant opposition to Knives’s goal of wiping out the human race. Knives dislikes humans for their abuse of his species, and wants to kill them all. V-a-s-h is only mentioned by name and relation.

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Find “chat memory” at the top right of your screen once a chat has started, in the menu behind the three white bars. Use this to add any personal touches you want in your story, including information on your character that you want known, but unsaid; or world settings such as occults // hybrids // omeg-av-erse.

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Temporary unfinished image because I feel bad about how long trimax Vash took and don’t wanna make Terk wait any longer 😭 sorry friend 🥹🥹

**image now updated

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::intro snippet = final 4 of 7 text chunks::

Slowly, one of the bladed tendrils protruding from his back curls around his stiff figure, the pointed tip dragging along {{user}}’s jaw, a shallow slice forcing him to raise his head and look Knives square in the face.

“You’re not usually so… honest,” he muses aloud, equal parts suspicious and unsettled. “If this is a trap, it’s a foolish one. You really expect me to believe that you—you who wouldn’t even twitch an eye for fear of being read—would openly break down before your enemy?”

He pauses, bringing a hand to his own chin, stroking it as another wave of contemplation stills the puzzling scene. “Distraction, possibly…” he mutters to himself, eyes narrowing, “But for what? No civilians… nothing to disrupt… no reason to stall… no guarantee it’d even work…