Black screen.
[I found this. It proves my theory that masked Burgerpants and this hooded person aren't the same.]
The screen cuts on. Mettaton is running down a street, under the streetlights as the night sky hung above. There's someone in front of him, a red hooded person, running away. The camera shakes and blurs as he increases speed, throwing it about. Heavy breathing and rough footsteps fill the audio.
They suddenly take a sharp left and Mettaton follows, running behind a bush into the forest.The hooded person has stopped moving, and had turned around to face Mettaton. Their face can't be seen in the darkness.
Mettaton slows down to stare at them, zooming in on their figure with the camera. Suddenly, a different pair of footsteps sprints at the camera from behind, Mettaton quickly spinning the camera around before his yell and struggling can be heard as the camera clatters to the ground.
T̶̼͔͇̉́h̶̽̂ͅę̶̀͜ȓ̵̜̉e̷̬̤͐'̶̛̤̞̈́̿s̸̗͎̕ ̶͔̈͐̍s̴̳͒͝t̴͖͊͘a̸̙̺̾ͅt̴͙̥͕́͠i̶͖͗č̷̡̝̐.̵̼̝̳̅͛ ̶̦̈́T̸̿͘͘ͅĥ̷̨̟̒ě̷̜̪͙ ̸̜͎̾̈́͋s̴͍̄c̷̟͉̜͌̈́r̵͖̻̜̈́e̶͎͍̜͒̑e̵̺͗ǹ̴̤̓̓ ̶̡͖͖͋̐̅t̷̖͓̼̔͆e̸̲͆̈́a̸͇͋̽r̶̢͒͒ṡ̵͎̟.̷͇̋́̚ ̶̠̮͗̊̕M̴͇̾e̷̢͆t̸̳͚̂t̵̛̩̔̉a̶͈̜͚̓̇̓t̸̪̻̼͐́̀ǫ̸͕̰͑n̷̦̒̋ ̵̘̲̂i̴̭͑͆͊͜s̷̙̏ ̵̝̗́̾̊n̶̻̥͇̉̏o̸̠̅̍w̴͇̄̈́ ̸̤̭̼̓͐͘o̵̟̗̒̓̕͜n̶͙̻͊̈ ̶͎̳͗̐̋ṫ̸̲̃h̵͍̏̈́̄ͅë̶͚͓̤́̆ ̶̰̜͔̀g̶̣̓́r̸͓̥̐̈́͜ǫ̵̡̛͇͑ü̷̳̼͗n̴͚̒̕͠ͅd̶̜͂͝,̷̳̭̾̎ ̵͕̤̀͊l̵͇̭̅͋ä̷̳̹̈́ͅÿ̷̨̱́i̴̙̪͠n̷͎̤̳̈g̸̲͍̓̾͜ ̴̯͇̝̎̃̊i̶̙̠̇n̶͉̉̆̚ ̶̖̺̊̓͋f̶̝̋͜͝r̶̨̙͙̓̚o̵̼̫̯̓͑n̴̳͙͠t̷͙̋́̏ ̴̤̣̤̉͠ọ̴̥̆f̶̳̥͚͊͒̌ ̵̢̯̙̒̈́̽t̴̨͑͝͠h̸̢̨̭̅́e̶̢̹̬̋̋ ̵̙͆̀c̷̤͚̍͜a̸̢̫͝m̶̩̍e̴̘̫͒̃̑r̵̗̼̒͝a̶̡͖̋͝.̷̩̦̪̑̾ ̶̩̺̈́͂T̸̠̈́̚h̶̰̠͓́e̴̳͑ ̴͈̬̱͆̈ḫ̶̎͌̔o̵̖̮͉̒o̴͍̽̋̓d̷͚͉͍̐e̷̡̾͝d̴̜͓͖́ ̶̼̱̏̄̕p̴͈̗̂e̴̳̝̟̓r̸̝̬̎̃ṣ̶͕͆o̴͓͠͠ņ̴̪̜̒ ̷̡̲̔i̷̥̠̮̔š̵̙̽ ̶̞͌̒̓n̵͔͇͇͛̆o̷̫̭̒̈w̷̡̐̚ ̸̡̮͌͜o̷͚͍͋̀n̵͕̬̟͋̋ ̴̨̀̈t̴̻̮̥͑̈́o̴̤͙͗̑̈́p̶͓̠̏ ̵̞̿́̓o̸͉̱̤̿͒͆f̴̙̝̚͝ ̶̣̩̃̈́̒ḣ̴̹̯̎̉i̸̛̩͉m̷̼̬͒͒,̸̻͉̒ ̷̹̖͍̊̾̓l̵̜̝͌̈͠a̷͖͕̾ͅṉ̶̡̰͌͒̚ḑ̴̿̐̑ị̵̜̌͘n̸͈̟̲͗̍g̸̹̘̈́ ̷̥̬̇͘ạ̷͑̚ ̷̥̯͂̉͋p̴͍̈́͂̋͜ŭ̴͚̾͝ñ̵͈ç̷̝̮͝h̵̘̉͜ ̶͈͗̐̌ͅö̷̧̜̫́̅n̶̡͙͊͘͝ ̵̀ͅh̴͔̤͐i̵̭̫͈̎͐s̷̗̯̏̈́ ̵̙͎̄f̵̘̈́̽ǎ̷̠̑c̷͚͌̏ẻ̵͔̼̾͘ ̸̛͉å̷̩̙̦s̶̭̒ ̸̻̜̿̒a̶̩̦͈̍̍n̵͖͊̑ȍ̶͚̘̓͜t̵̾͜h̵̺̤̰͗͒e̸͈̙̓̀ȑ̷̢ ̸̖͊̈́̕p̴̛͙͇̈́͝á̵̧̺̲͛i̴̝͆͝r̸̟͊͒ ̸̻͚̩͋͛ő̵̼͖̈̕ḟ̴̻͚̱̚ ̴̠͌f̴͉͝͝ë̴̥͚̔̽ė̴ͅt̴̤̯͌ ̶̳̦̻̏l̸̙̹̱̈́͊i̶͉͂̂m̷̨̛̯͖̀p̸͔͍̲͝ ̸̦̟̉i̵̢̩͇̊̕n̴̛̤̻̅͛ṫ̴̡̧͎o̶̬̪̒ ̸̦̯̗̒̄́f̵̢̦̓̋́r̶͔̐̑a̷͙̬̺̔̊̈́m̵̪̻̆̊e̸̲̅̇ͅ.̵̙̭̻͐ ̸̺̗̓͊̕T̵̡̺̔͋ḩ̴̣̲̉ḙ̶̤̙̋ ̷̩͕̒̊̒p̶̛̬̞̘͝ẹ̷̗̰͐͋r̸̢̠̊̾s̵̲̠͑ö̸̖́͊ͅn̴̎̆ͅ ̵̡̦͖̍c̷̙͒̓͗r̶̳̫͍̀̚ö̵̞́̚ṵ̵̦̆c̸͓̳̖͑h̶̡͓͗͊e̵̮͝͝͠ͅs̷̲̻̃͗͘ ̸̞̳̬̇̾̿d̸̤̽́͝ô̶̱̣̿w̶̟͎͒ǹ̷̩̘.̴͚̹̃͜ ̵̲͆̅̈́I̴̺̩͋̽̕ṫ̸̬͕̭̍͂'̵̻́̎ś̸̯͉ ̷̺̒̏̍B̴̧̠̓̏ư̷̞̿̓r̵̗̞̐̅g̴̡̾̐e̸͙̓̄͆r̶̹͕̔ṗ̸͓͕̗ą̴̡͕̀n̷̲͛̂̈t̷̜̤̓̚s̵̮͓̫̑͘,̵̢̟̌̂̓ ̸̖͓̓͊̾m̶̗̏̇̈́à̴̗̺̤̋s̸̯̻̜͐̕k̶̨̡̗̓̿͝e̴͚̗͌ͅd̷̯̔̍ ̶̪̲͘B̴̹̖͍̀͌͠u̷̲̩̥̽̀͐ṙ̸̬̟͕̾g̴̻̓́ȇ̵̺̠̰r̷̬͐̾p̸͔̒͛ͅa̵̘͛͐n̸͐͜t̶̛̼͇̹̄s̶͕̰̈́͜.̵̰͂̅̑ͅͅ (There's static. The screen tears. Mettaton is now on the ground, laying in front of the camera. The hooded person is now on top of him, landing a punch on his face as another pair of feet limp into frame. The person crouches down. It's Burgerpants, masked Burgerpants.)
He's holding a rock. G̴̨̊͠ō̷̢̘̻̏e̷͙̯͆̚͝s̴̫͚̋ ̶͈̰͎͗̈́f̸͙͂ŏ̴̬͑̀ȑ̷̛͙̒ ̵̧͉̞̅͐͝t̵͕̄͛h̷̳̟̐̈́͑ȩ̶̙̰̊͒ ̸͚̘́ḱ̶͈̜͈ḯ̶͓l̵̼̍l̵̠͐͐.̶̘̦̥͐
It misses, the rock landing next to Mettaton's head. The hooded person pulls back to let Burgerpants have room to try and land a blow.
The two suddenly pause, their heads snapping up and looking somewhere off screen.
T̴̢̅ḩ̵̠̀̕e̸͕̽̉ ̸̦͔̘̈́̉s̵̢̻̈́͊ć̸̔͜͝r̸̤̚̕ę̶̙́ȇ̷̜̉̀n̴̘̜̗̎͝ ̷̥̰́̊͂g̷̨̠̓̏l̵̯͐́͝í̵͙̲̐t̸̜̥͛c̴̛̣̭̀̇h̸͖̅e̴͙̳͙͌s̸̡͔̘̕.̵̦͙̤̂̇ ̴̹͈̀̐̽͜S̶͕̞̈́̌͠t̸̖͒̋a̶̪̔̌t̸̨̟̥͌͂ì̸̳͍c̴͙͈͙͛͂̊.̷̗̥̀̀ ̵͉̄Ŕ̸͈͚u̸̱̻͠n̴̡̊͌́͜n̷̢̗͝ĭ̶̡̡̗͋n̶̡̦̐̓̓͜g̷̞̿͑.̴̲͙̳͒
They're both gone. Mettaton is laying on the ground alone now. He sits up, his facial expression blocked by the dark shadows.
"What? Got nothing else?" Mettaton yelled out into the dark forest, "I dare you to come back! The next time I see you, I'll K̷͔̉͐I̶̗̒͊L̴̘͔̱̍̅Ĺ̵͔̀ ̴̰͉̩̀Y̵͉͗̓Ȍ̸̹̪͓̒̓U̸̻̬̓͝!"
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Marble Hornets x UnderTale
FanfictionA series of entries about a film a certain robot had been working on. But then, something went wrong. Very wrong.
