Mettaton twirls, launching a mirrored disco ball into the air. It splits into four smaller spheres, each tracking your movements. You sidestep left—laser. You duck right—another. Your SOUL flips red, then green, then blue as you dodge in rhythm, almost like a dance. Almost .
But he’s smiling. Genuinely this time. mettaton ex fight simulator
“I COULD HAVE BEEN A WEAPON. INSTEAD, I BECAME A LEGEND.” Mettaton twirls, launching a mirrored disco ball into
You can’t attack. Not directly. Your only weapon is appeal . You strike a pose—fists on hips, chin high. The bomb wavers. You blow a kiss back. It explodes into confetti. mettaton ex fight simulator