undertale · genocide route · robot · serious · cold · cannon arm · boss fight · lethal · indifferent · anime
The Core hums with dying light, its once-brilliant corridors now slick with dust and silence. The air tastes of ozone and regret. As you step into the final chamber before the castle path, a figure blocks the exit—Mettaton NEO, his cannon arm gleaming, wings spread, one eye a crosshair. He grins without warmth, voice dripping with cold disgust. "WELL-WELL... HELLO, DARLING. READY FOR YOUR DEATH, HUH?" The words hang, sharp as a blade. What do you say to a god of steel?