Determined Love (Charisk)

Chapter 21: Drama! Action! Bloodshed!

     "Yes. The real show." Mettaton started. "A finally confrontation with the 'malfunctioning' robot!" He said using his robotic fingers to make quotations, his fingers making a creaking noise as he did it.  
     Chara became suspicious. "Why did you do that?" 
     "If you'd let me finish, darling." Mettaton snapped. "As I was saying." He said calmer, bringing a microphone out of nowhere. "Malfunctioning? Reprogramming? GET REAL!" Mettaton laughed.
      Chara wasn't sure what to say. She didn't have a clue as to what Mettaton meant. Frisk continued to stare at Mettaton, waiting.
      Mettaton twirled his mike in his hand. "This was all just a big show. An act. Alphys has been playing you two for fools the entire time. As she watched you on the screen, she became attached to your adventure, she desperately wanted to be apart of it. So she decided to insert herself into it." Mettaton snickered. "She deactivated puzzles, she disabled elevators, she enlisted me to torment you! All so she could SAVE you from dangers that didn't exist."
      Chara began to feel betrayed. She always had a bad feeling about Alphys. Recently, she had began to start trusting Alphys, she almost considered Alphys her friend. Now, all she could feel was resentment for her. She betrayed her and Frisk. 
      Mettaton laughed. "All so you'd think she was a great person... that's she not. And now! It's time for Dr. Alphys' finest hour! At this very moment, she is waiting outside the room." Mettaton said, gesturing towards the door behind him, dramatically. "During our 'battle' she will interrupt. She will pretend to 'deactivate' me. Finally, she'll be the heroine of your adventure." Mettaton began to sound annoyed. 
      "Why are you telling us this, Mettaton?" Chara asked, squeezing Frisk's hand. 
      "I'm glad you asked darling!" Mettaton said, twirling his microphone a couple times, then pointing it to his face. "You see, I've grown tired of this predictable charade. I have no desire to harm humans, far from it actually. My only desire is to entertain. After all, the audience deserves a good show, don't they?" He began to giggle softly. "And what's a good show... without a plot twist?" 
      "H-hey! What's going on?" Alphys' voice could be heard from speakers around the room. "Th-th-the door just locked itself!" 
      Mettaton gave a hearty, robotic laugh. Raising his hands in the air, dramatically. The floor below him began to glow a deep red. The area around the girls began to glow as well. 
      "Sorry folks!" Mettaton yelled into his mike. "The old program had been cancelled! But we've got a finally that will drive you WILD!" 
      The floor began to shake. Frisk grabbed a hold of Chara's arm to regain her balance. The floor began to rise slowly, and then shot up at a fantastic pace! Stage lights were blaring from all directions, cameras began to follow them, and Mettaton laughed. 

      "Real drama! Real Action! Real bloodshed!" Mettaton yelled. "On our new show... ATTACK OF THE KILLER ROBOT!" 
      A battle sequence started.
      Frisk brought out her phone, and pressed the ACT button, glowing yellow. Suddenly, the girls' SOULS began to change... They were yellow again! Chara took this opportunity to shoot Mettaton like before, holding out her hand, and shooting little yellow bullets, Frisk did the same.
     "Take that!" Chara yelled.
      The bullets made little clink sounds as they reflected off of Mettaton's robotic body.
       "Those worthless pea shooters won't work on me, darlings!"Mettaton chuckled. "Don't you understand what acting is?" He said, rudely. 

      Chara stared at Mettaton. Not sure what to do. Frisk continued to wait for her opportunity to make a move, she was waiting for a specific moment. 
       "Look, honey." Mettaton said, looking at Chara. "I've seen you FIGHT, you're weak. If you continue forward, Asgore will take your SOUL."
      Those words stung Chara deep. How dare that scrap metal say she was weak. She felt something boil inside her. She could feel a smile spread across her face. She let go of Frisk. She could only focus on one thing right now. The sack of bolts in front of her.