“…OH.” His voice drops to something softer, almost human. “OH, YOU ABSOLUTE TREASURE.”
The lights dim. A single spotlight hits the center of the stage. You, the human, stand in the wings, heart pounding. Before you lies a glittering dance floor, and beyond it, Mettaton EX—all chrome limbs and a million-watt smile—strikes a pose. mettaton ex fight simulator
“I COULD HAVE BEEN A WEAPON. INSTEAD, I BECAME A LEGEND.” “…OH
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.” You, the human, stand in the wings, heart pounding
“NICE MOVES, DARLING! BUT CAN YOU KEEP UP THE PACE?”
“You ruined my ratings,” he says, but there’s no venom. “That was the best performance I’ve ever had.”
So you stop dodging. You stand still.