And on that small planet lived a fraternity of tiny blue aliens in business suits. Now, however, they fought for their lives as terminator Mettaton Ex, who used his powerful legs, blessed by the lord of the limbs, to send them careening in all directions. Bolts of lightning erupted from his mechanical eyes faster than the fastest ray of starlight could touch the earth, scarring the ground and sending masses of alien flesh splattering everywhere. A mechanical roar escaped his lips as he sent the last of them, despite their pleading, horrified faces, miles into the sky and out of the planet's orbit.
As their desperate yelps faded into the distance, Mettaton looked to the sky to see heavenly angels gently swooping down toward him with glorious splendor. He greeted them with a bow. The angels gazed upon him, and the tears of the limb lord cascaded down onto the planet, making leg shaped flowers and trees sprout from the barren, rocky landscape.
"Thou hath proven thyself worthy," Said the lead angel with a smile on his face, "Thou hath defeated the merciless swath of Flübnüggets. If thou would like to join us in our heavenly ranks, thou shalt step forward."
Mettaton thought for a moment. He scratched his head and stroked his chin. After a while, he spoke again. "I am sorry, darling, but I will not join you. I must continue to fight these monsters." He snapped his fingers, and, somewhere far away, a planet exploded, and its remains evaporated into the empty sky, no trace of it ever to be seen again.
The lord of the limbs began to cry tears of anger, and the rain poured down even harder. The once barren landscape had transformed into a lush tropical forest. Brightly colored hand headed birds sang melancholic songs of death and despair.
"Very well," said the the angel with a disapproving sigh. "We shall be off." The angels began to float away, back toward the black abyss.
But Mettaton was too fast for them. His metal arms shot up into the air, stretching just far enough to grab the lead angel by the wing and tear him back down to the ground. He summoned his S.E.P.R. (Super Electromagnetic Plasma Rifle), which he had dubbed "Blook", and promptly blasted a gaping hole through the angel's chest, instantly ending its pathetic existence.
"I will not become a mere servant of the limb lord. The whole world will gaze upon my beautiful body, and witness just how flawless I am!"
His pink high heeled boots transformed into jet engines, and he soared through the sky like a rocket ship on its way to Mars, on a collision course. He cut flawlessly through the air like a hot knife through butter, faster than the speed of light. Grabbing an asteroid from a remote location in space, he he continued to speed until he approached another solar system. Flinging the asteroid into the nearest planet, he watched as the massive space rock careened toward its target and collided with its fuzzy blue and purple surface.
Slowly, the crust of the planet began to crumble away. Mettaton stopped and stared in awe as the surface disappeared entirely, revealing a beautiful landscape entirely made of pink cotton candy. A choir of angelic voices sounded throughout the entire universe, entrancing all life and putting them in a dream-like state.
Mettaton decided to investigate the pink dimension. He propelled himself toward it slowly and steadily. As he neared it, he could clearly see array of trees and mountains in many beautiful shades of pink. After what seemed like only a second, Mettaton's feet, no longer jet engines but now his normal high-heeled boots, touched the ground. The song then ceased, and the starry sky disappeared, leaving only a soft, pink, sparkling array of clouds smiling back at him.