SOULTALE | By ShadowNTS

(Chapter XXVIII) Ultra Performance.

The concert starts and everyone is thrilled. Mettaton delivers the performance of a lifetime and everyone sings along. Bright colored lights shine and illuminate the area. You are amongs the crowd.

CIV: You likin the concert?
RHT: Yeah. I've always to witness a mettaton concert in person. I'll say it's better than on TV.
CIV: It is by a long shot. I've noticed you're with her. You a relative of the knight?
RHT: I'm a temporary guest, you could say. I'm babysitting Lora while he handles work.
CIV: Ahh, I understand. Well then, enjoy the show.
RHT: You too. (What a weirdo.)

The concert goes by and soon everyone leaves the grounds. Mettaton goes back inside their booth. Lora pulls your shirt. You turn and look at her, she's smiling more than ever.

LRA: Rhett... thanks for everything.
RHT: Don't mention it. You agreed to be my friend without even knowing me. This is the least I can do.
LRA: No, Rhett... you don't understand. I've always had it hard to make friends because of my background. People don't want to be friends with someone who doesn't know what it's like to be a normal person and not one whose spoiled. I've tried to tell people I'm not like that, but they don't listen, they never do. But you Rhett... you became my friend without hesitation and I'm so grateful. *sob*
RHT: Here here kiddo. No need to cry. I think it's time we go home.
LRA: Yeah...
RHT: You go ahead. I'll catch up after I'm done with something.
LRA: Okay Rhett. See you home.
RHT: I don't think I'll see home ever again.

You make sure Lora leaves and then turn your attention towards your objective. They've prepared for everything, except for the inside. You head towards the meet and greet Mettaton established. After a bit of waiting, everyone leaves and you're the last one left at the greet.

MTT: Alright staff, closing time.
RHT: Wait! Mettaton! I'm a big fan!
MTT: I guess there's one more. Staff, hold on for a moment. You'll do it later.
RHT: Thank you so much for taking your time.
MTT: Please... It's the least I can do for my dear fans.
RHT: I wanted to say your performance tonight was amazing and I'm so thrilled that you even thought of coming to home. Thanks so much!
MTT: I had to show love to my fans all over the world! So do you want an autograph? Maybe a signed shirt?
RHT: I was thinking you could give me something more... something special...
MTT: And what that be? I'm down to give out a specialty or two once in a while.
RHT: I want... no... I need you to perish. =)
MTT: Unique flattering words darling.
RHT: That wasn't a flirt... that was a threat.
MTT: What are you talk-
*CHARGE*
RHT: Ready yourself Mettaton.
*BOOM*

You cause a massive explosion and reduce the stage to ashes. Mettaton isn't seen anywhere.

RHT: I was expecting more of a fight. Pitiful.
*BLAST*
MTT: Don't think I'm going to go down that easily darling. Feast your eyes upon my new form.
RHT: Exciting.

From the smoke emerges Mettaton, but this time different. Her composition is new, made from a material you don't recognize.

MTT: I call this form... UltraTon.
RHT: Cheap ass name.
MTT: Seems you don't have taste.
RHT: You're about to taste my blade, robot.

End of Chapter XXVIII
"Ultra Performance"