Royal Slip

Wholesome Family Bonding

The arena was dark and empty. Mettaton shifted his weight, and his pink boots scraped against the sand. He looked across to the king.

Asgore shed his cloak and squared out his stance.

"Your sparring match, as promised."

Metta's stance lowered, mostly just mimicking whatever Asgore did. He took a deep simulated breath in, and out again.

You got this, Mettaton...

The robot raised a tight guard and launched himself toward the king, lowering himself even further and rushing with his shoulder forward. Asgore sidestepped the fairly obvious charge and brought the side of his hand into Metta's back.

"It was my understanding we were to be fighting."

Metta hit the ground and quickly rolled to his feet. The newly corporeal robot pivoted, and swung his leg into Asgore's side.

"Ow, fuck, armour-"

"You're entirely synthetic, how do you think this feels?"

Asgore raised his guard and punched Metta square in the nose.

"Painful is how it feels!" Metta recoiled and backpedalled to the other end of the arena. Dazed, he rubbed his nose, before remembering the fight was still going on and refocusing his photoreceptors on the king.

Asgore closed the distance between the two and went for another punch. Metta ducked under the fist and threw his weight into Asgore's stomach. The king staggered backwards, and swung his leg out in a wide kick to the robot's side. Metta took the hit and struck the ground in just about the least graceful manner possible. He got to his feet, only to have his wrist grabbed and to be pulled over Asgore's shoulder. Asgore turned quickly and used the momentum to throw Metta, who was significantly lighter than one would expect due to scientific advancements. (Fuck yeah, you go, Blook family!) Metta slid for a few feet, and staggered to a standing position, which continued the trend of Metta standing up directly into really unfortunate scenarios. Asgore's fist hit Metta like a truck hits a brick wall, and Metta fell straight back down.

"Do you give up yet?"

"Hell no."

Mettaton bolted to his feet and employed the tried and true method of just throwing himself into Asgore, full-on. As response, Asgore employed the tried and true method of decking Metta.

"Give up now?"

"Hell no!"

The cycle repeats itself.

Metta, after being knocked flat on his ass once more, bolted to his feet and kicked the king in the chest. Asgore staggered, lunged forward, and gripped the frustrated robot by the throat. He lifted Metta up to his eye level, and headbutted him. He let go, and watched his adopted son crumple into a heap.

"Now do you give up?"

"...yeah."