Rhett Murdar, dismissed and driven, now journeys to mend the world's wrongs and compose a symphony of perfect lives-an ode to a harmonious existence where every soul finds its rightful place.
An undertale story. Not affiliated to the already exist...
From Mettaton emerge a series of energy cannons, all pointed at you. You try to block but it's useless. Power of that caliber will disintegrate you. Mettaton fires the cannons. After an overwhelming amount of energy released, Mettaton falls to their knees, finally appreciating victory. Your body reduced to ashes.
MTT: I've won? I've won! I can't imagine how happy they'll be back home. Frisk is gonna thank me for this. Who knows? Maybe Alphys will make me that other robot I've been asking about. It's lonely being the only robot whose this sentient. *PULSE* MTT: Huh?
Mettatons gets back on their knees to look for the noise. Across the battlefield, they can hardly make out what seems to be the shape of a heart.
MTT: What the hell is that? *PULSE* MTT: Don't tell me... *PULSE* MTT: I can't let them!
Mettaton raises their cannon one final time. Energy builds up indefinitely. This is a suicide shot.
The blast was cut in half and exploded way off course. Mettaton stares in terror. You emerge from the ashes once more.
MTT: What a m-monster. What kind of soul is this? The ability to refuse... this isn't determination. No... this is something far worse. TonTon, identify soul trait immediately. TNT: Right away! Calibrating soul cords. Reading soul waves. Identifying soul trait. Identification error. No info on presumed soul trait named... Despair. MTT: Impossible! A unique soul trait! What kind of human are you?! No... you're not human! RHT: The ones whose sights are set high, inevitably end up falling to the depths. I will cleanse this world of disease and erase it. MTT: What?! Erase the world?! RHT: Your goal, Mettaton, is unachievable. Defeating me is impossible, for I am... the Harbinger. *SLASH*
Mettaton is reduced to wires. Your power is overflowing. It is simply too much for a human... but you're no human anymore. The dust is carried by the wind. You can feel their despair now inside your blade. It fuels you with power. That gentle breeze is felt again... he's here.
GAL: It seems like you've been busy. RHT: You could say that, knight. GAL: *sigh* I had hope you'd change... seeing you take care of Lora like that. Our mother passed away a long time ago... at their hands. Hate took everything we had. It was just me and Lora from then on... until you came. Lora was happy hanging with you. I thought maybe you'd loosen up and stop with all this... nonsense. But I was wrong again. I appreciate you not including Lora in this mess, but I've been too patient. It's time to pay for your sins. RHT: Your hope is gone. Mettaton left behind a handy gadget. This soul identifier thingy. It says you're... 200% patience. I'm suprised you can go past the limit. GAL: Trust me. I'm not the only one. Even if you defeat me, the'll be others stronger... more powerful that you can't defeat. RHT: No one can defeat the feeling of despair. I'm not human anymore. I can't be killed as is I don't have blood to spill. Hope is what keeps people alive... but me... I'm all out of it.
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