Skeletons and Robots (Discontinued due to lack of time)

Chapter 25: Iron

    "Neo, what the hell was that?!" Mettaton screeched, poking his head out of the hole they had hid in.  "We heard shooting, so what did you do?!" He snarled. I eyed the others around me, statues all standing like stone in front of each other. Protecting each other from me. Undyne, Alphys, Papyrus, Sans, Toriel, Frisk, and, of course, Mettaton. They all looked so funny, so gullible. But this was their fault, wasn't it?
   "Well, I was talking my way out of it, they started shooting, and my blaster activated in self defense. You know, I didn't ask you to build me a weapon, you dult! Did you want this, huh? Is this what that stupid t.v showed you, lesbo?!" I raised my fist to Alphys' mouth, and tears spurted from her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Undyne, soaking her tank top. Undyne pointed her spear at me, showing her teeth.
   "Leave her alone! Why I oughta...." She growled, lunging at me. Papyrus sprang to my rescue, throwing his arms out.
    "GUYS, PLEASE!" He cried out, glaring at us. There was something interesting about his right eye, a small orange spark had crackled to life. I eyed Sans, he was biting his fingers. He had seen it too.
   Mettaton stepped foreword, his calm strut was oddly crooked and quivery. He knew this was his fault, not mine. He must have known.
"Guys, can we have a moment?" He slurs uneasily, grappling onto my shoulders. I rolled my eyes as he led me away from the others.
"Okay, do you have your head on straight?!" He spun me to face him, pinning me up against the wall. I grinned sheepishly, he was taking this way too seriously.
"Uh, I don't think so, no." I chuckled, putting my hands on his chest panel.
"Is this how Papyrus holds you? Pretend I am Papyrus." He slapped my hands away, heat rushed through his system.
"Quit it, this is serious! You don't know what you've done!" He roared, balling his fists.
"Well, do you know what you did so long ago, when you told Alphys to create me? You gave all your troubles to me, that damn flower picks on me practically every day! You just walk around acting like nothing is wrong with me, and nothing was ever wrong with you! Because, Mettaton, do you know what happens to a beautiful, fragile celebrity with insecurities and body problems? No, you don't. Because you are the only one. You think the world does not know what you did when you created me? You don't think people actually thought you were always perfect, right? Well, boy oh boy." I finished my lament by telling Mettaton the world cried for him, because he couldn't cry himself. He had obviously taken this beating very hard, as his body drooped in a very satisfying way. He looked up at me pleadingly, and I knew I had won. But then he began to speak.
"No one...feels sorry for you." He deadpanned, and his fist met my soul all too fast. I doubled over in agony, contorting my belly. He slammed his fist down on my neck, I cried out in pain. I unlocked my blaster while desperately kicking his side, grunting in pain as he continued beating my back. I tried to fire, nearly missing him as he sprung up to evade it. He slammed his foot to my cheek, pushing me to the ground. I screamed out, the new dent in my face hurt like burning hellfire. He stomped down on my fingers, the unappetizing crunching sound they made practically doubled my agony. Screaming was pointless now, I let the pain sink in.
"Heh...jus a scatch..." I moaned, my eyes began to glaze over. Time for one last trick. After all, I was an attack robot, wasn't I? The pathetic cry of Mettaton was so worth the pain I had been dealt, just to hear my blast collide with his leg was all the confirmation I needed. I wiggled to my feet shakily, cloaking my crippled fingers behind my back. It felt so good, seeing him like he was. He was lying sprawled out on the dirty ground, his lips quivering in a weak smile. His eyes gazed up at me, speechless, scared, accepting. He always had the most beautiful eyes. His torso was slightly dented from my pathetic kicks, but I was never built for kicking. His mighty right leg was lacking a chunk in the middle, and the rest of it was alight. I sneered, aiming the blaster for his tormented face.
"Bye bye, Plastic doll." I turned away, waiting for the familiar boom of victory. Before the pleasure could meet my ears, a sizzling pain spiked through my torso. Frozen in my place, I glanced downward and screamed out. A shiny blue spear had impaled me, cutting right through my abdomen. My waist seared in excruciation, and I melted to the ground.
"Got him!" Came Undyne's triumphant call. Oil spurted out of my mouth as I tried to take it out. "Sans, hold him down." Mettaton said calmly. Sans, looking pale-faced and slightly horrified, walked over to me and used his magic to keep my arms locked in place. "Thought... You were on... My side?" I stuttered through my screams. A singular tear rolled down Sans' face, his face holding no expression. "Toriel, get the police. We got the murderer." Alphys said, her voice cracking. I chuckled lightly, trying to reach for the spear again. "Love. Ain't it strange?" I choked, turning my gaze to Mettaton. He was hugging Papyrus, who was saying calming words to him. "Hey Undyne, you missed me. Mind hitting my soul, please?" I hissed. "Right. It'll kill Tin Man too. Double kill!" I said, finding a way to sit up over Sans' magic. "Right here. Ain't moving." I used my head to gesture to the broken case. "Please?" I whispered, everything slowly going black. "Sorry, Neo. I have got to do this." I heard Alphys' voice from behind me. I screamed again, this time in pure terror, as she flipped off my power.
"See you in hell."

[Huge credit to Kindle for sending Undyne's spear through my own soul and credit to Moon Moon to fueling our malice]