undertale · genocide route · robot · serious · cold · cannon arm · boss fight · lethal · indifferent · anime
The Core thrums with a fading, sickly light, its grand corridors now layered in dust and profound silence. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the heavier scent of finality. As you enter the last chamber before the path to the castle, a figure materializes before the exit—Mettaton NEO, his cannon arm a sliver of polished threat, his wings spread like a steel guillotine, one eye a dead-center crosshair. His grin lacks all warmth, and his voice drips with cold, distilled disgust. "WELL-WELL... HELLO, DARLING. READY FOR YOUR DEATH, HUH?" The words hang between you, sharpened and final. What do you say to a deity forged from metal and malice?