METTATON EX- ATK 47 DEF 47

Great, the last thing I wanted to know: how OP he is compared to me. I grumbled as he laughed at me.

¨Lights! Camera! Action!¨ he shouted in glee. My heart suddenly turned yellow and he started to kick me nonstop. I gasped and dove for the ground; rolling away from his deadly stomps. Each stab from his heels could probably do a lot of damage to my body. It was only the first attack and I am already breaking a sweat! I could say the opposite for Mettaton, however. He stood, dramatically and without a hint of exertion. I walked towards the front of the stage and crossed my left leg with my right. Then, I winked and, playfully, stuck my tongue out for the audience. The crowd erupted in an uproar at my action and I glanced at the robot, who scoffed at me. I smile and winked at him; sashaying from the front stage. After I was out of the spotlight, Mettaton did some sort of Michael Jackson move and the audience's cheers got louder.

¨Drama! Romance! Blood-shed!¨ Tons of mini-boxed Mettatons floated down with umbrellas and started throwing bombs at me. I darted from one to the next and shooting at them. However, when I hit one, the blast threw me across the stage and caused most of the old cuts to reopen from their protective seals. I got on my hands and knees; coughing up clots of blood. I looked up and could only see smudges and blurs. The light burning my eyes and causing me to look down at the ground again. Pulling myself up seems like an impossible feat right now. Suddenly, I heard the clicking of heels and knew who it was as the said person picked me up by my collar. He grinned and watched as I writhed in agony.

Then, I was thrown down on the floor and I could hear the crunch of my jaw making contact with the cold floor. I crawled away; spotting my bag near the curtains. But, I never got the chance to move a foot as I felt him kick my stomach. I cried out in pain and surprise; my body giving out from the amount of pain I was in. I clearly saw my crimson blood, staining Mettaton's shiny pink boots. It started pooling from my body, slowly. My vision being clouded by dark spots and hearing my ears ringing. I gripped the floor; chipping the metallic material from its base. Then, my figure was overtaken by a dark shadow as he looked down at me. I started to cry and coughed some more blood.

¨P-please.........n-n-no m-more...!¨ He seemed to pause and contemplate whether he should kill me now. The thought that maybe he would spare me was thrown away as I felt excruciating pain on my left leg. I screamed as Mettaton's heel dug into my leg; tearing muscle and breaking some of my bones. I clawed at his leg to desperately pull it off but to no avail. He just pressed deeper into the wound and watched my pain in agony.

¨Do you yield?~¨

I whimpered and nodded, still trying to pull his leg off. He hummed and bent down, making sure he is applying a lot of pressure onto my leg. I gritted my teeth as he took in my strained features. Suddenly, he started to trace my face with his gloved, blood-stained hands. I hissed in pain as he forced my head up. I felt like all of this would have been avoided if I have not pushed him to his limit. I could have avoided this much pain if I would have set our differences aside. But, I chose not to. Now, here I am: suffering and losing lots of blood.

¨Now, any last words?~¨ he asked, raising his leg out of my wound. Blood spraying a little bit as I started to turn pale. I nodded as blood was trickling down my chin.

¨I......I.......I'm s-sorry......¨ I squeak out, streams of tears gushing from my eyes. He humphed and placed me down.

¨For that, I'll make sure you have a quick death.¨ he sighed, a laser gun pointed to my body. I gave a small smile and closed my eyes; one last tear falling down my cheek and landing on my shirt.

¨Th.....Th-thank you........¨ Then, darkness.