Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-26896434-20160430120051/@comment-26814804-20160502230451

Mettaton crawled, in pieces, out of the rubble. He was absolutely torn apart, and his SOUL, slightly cracked, slowly beat in tandem with the concentrated magic and DETERMINATION that leaked from his chassis. He fell on his face, his glowing eye fading.

"I... I'm sorry... Blooky..."

His SOUL shattered.

"I couldn't... win."

And Mettaton was gone.

(I guess that's my cue to leave)