DETERMINATION

Metal Crusher, Part III

"Well, then, darling! Beauties and gentlebeauties, I hope you're prepared for the entertainment that will remain in your memories for generations!"

What the hell did you get yourself into...

You didn't get much more time to wonder about any of this, however, since Mettaton didn't take long to replace the minis that he sent after you earlier.

You dodged around their bullets, with Flowey making sure to take them down whenever they appeared.

You were starting to get frustrated, whatever the hell this robot was made out of, your attacks didn't leave so much as a scratch on it. But you had to do SOMETHING, you can't just dodge around all day, but you can't fight back either.

You tried, anyway. You lunged towards Mettaton, dodging any attack sent your way. Then, when you got close enough, you slashed at Mettaton again!

...nothing happened.

Once again, not even a scratch was left on Mettaton's metal body.

Mettaton laughed. "Oh, please, darling. Did you truly think that I'd come here without making sure that your only weapon was useless against me?" Mettaton tauntingly asked. "If you want to get out of this, darling, you'll need to think of something else besides blind violence!" Mettaton said.

But what? What could you possibly do besides FIGHT? There had to be something. ANYTHING.

Suddenly, you felt as if your very SOUL was glowing. Your SOUL emerged from your chest, emanating a beautiful red glow, despite the Hate that enveloped it. The glow started to blink, until eventually...

DING!

Your SOUL turned yellow!

"Oooh! I must say, darling, yellow definitely suits you!" Mettaton said, though he definitely didn't seem too worried about whatever the hell this was.

Whatever this was, you had a good feeling about it. The thought of you having a chance in this fight, after all, fills you with DETERMINATION!

As you dodged around the countless bullets sent your way, your SOUL started shooting bullets of its own!

Yellow bullets shot out of your SOUL, aimed straight at both Mettaton and his mini Mettatons!

Mettaton looked surprised, the grid of lights on his face forming a "!" As he attempted to dodge your bullets, but the bullets followed him, homing in on him. Then, when the bullet finally hit him... the attack was a success!

The bullet did, frankly, minimal damage, leaving little more than a scratch in Mettaton's metal armor, but it was better than your knife.

Flowey seemed surprised as well, he's never seen your SOUL act this way, this... independently.

You had no clue what was happening either, but whatever it was, it was working.

You felt a smirk creep it's way to your face. You can win. You WILL win!

"Well, well, darling! I didn't know you had it in you! My metal shell was supposed to be completely impenetrable. But here you are, you must be very determined to fight me!" Mettaton said, cackling to himself. "But let's make this fight more EXPLOSIVE, shall we?!" Mettaton asked.