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.”
The crowd roars. They’re not real, you realize—holograms, maybe, or recordings from a hundred past shows. But the pressure is real. The floor beneath you hums with electricity. mettaton ex fight simulator
He laughs—a genuine, clunky, mechanical laugh. “Darling, I’d love nothing more. But next time, let’s skip the bombs and just dance.” He extends one metal leg, and the floor
“…OH.” His voice drops to something softer, almost human. “OH, YOU ABSOLUTE TREASURE.” The audience “oohs” and “aahs
You step closer, dodging a volley of heart-shaped missiles. Your HP is low. Your legs ache. But you remember something Alphys said: He just wants to be loved.
“THIS IS MY BIG FINALE! WELL… ONE OF THEM.”
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.