Mettaton Ex Fight: Simulator

Mettaton gasps dramatically. “YOU… YOU USED MY OWN VANITY AGAINST ME?! HOW DARE YOU BE SO… SO EFFECTIVE !”

So you stop dodging. You stand still.

For one long second, the only sound is the hum of the stage lights. Then Mettaton’s eyelights flicker. His arms lower. 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.” Mettaton gasps dramatically

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 stand still

“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.”