Mettaton: Ex Fight Simulator

Mettaton hesitates. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? FIGHT BACK! THAT’S THE SCRIPT!”

He extends one metal leg, and the floor tiles start lighting up in sequence: a deadly game of Dance Dance Revolution. Miss a step, and a bolt of glittering lightning shoots up your leg. You hop, slide, and pivot, your sneakers squeaking on the polished stage. The audience “oohs” and “aahs.” mettaton ex fight simulator

You sit beside him. “So… rematch?” Mettaton hesitates

So you stop dodging. You stand still.

“THIS IS MY BIG FINALE! WELL… ONE OF THEM.” mettaton ex fight simulator

“No,” you say. “You’re not a weapon. You’re a star. And stars don’t need to destroy their audience.”