Undertale
Unseen Influence
Mettaton
Frisk exits the lab with guilt in their heart, checking their stats once again.
LV 79 332/332 HP.
Frisk is over four times as powerful as they were when they faced off against Sans, back in that other timeline. Frisk makes short work of the monsters in Hotland, making sure that they feel no pain, which isn't a problem with this much LV. Frisk has noticed weird things about themselves, how their hands sometimes shake uncontrollably, how Wishbone sometimes trembles and almost falls out of their grasp… They're so close to the end. It's just Mettaton and Sans left; Asgore was outside of the cycle. Frisk has no idea when or if Chara will ever appear, but if she does, Frisk will be ready.
Frisk's phone rings again, and they answer it.
"Your… time…" It lets out with demented static. As soon as Frisk attempts to make heads or tails of the calls, they all go off at once, in reverse order;
"Your… time… is… almost… up… Frisk... come to me..." As that is said, the phone begins to sputter and shake, before shorting out and dying. Frisk eyes the phone and throws it to the ground.
"If my time is up, Chara… come and get me." Frisk taunts, convinced that the call is from Chara. Frisk's face involuntarily smiles.
Working through a scant few puzzles, Frisk can make out what appears to be strange monsters just outside of their field of vision, holding what looks like cameras. Were they always there? Are they recording Frisk? Frisk's ears perk up and they look behind themselves to see what looks to be a mosh pit of monsters. Are they here to fight Frisk?
Frisk fully turns around and addresses them.
"If you're here to fight, know that it will not work."
"No, angel, we are here to help you!" The crowd of monsters yell out! Frisk raises an eyebrow.
"Help me?"
"Our prophesy long foretold of an angel who would come from the surface and release us! We know now that this angel is you!"
"I've been KILLING all of you, I am no angel!"
"The prophecy is true, human! We have heard stories of your blessings from the Angel, Undyne! We come to offer ourselves to you!" The crowd yells out.
"Offer yourself…? None of you appear familiar, I need not kill you. My journey is possible without your sacrifice." Frisk tries to reason with them, but his eyes go wide when one impales itself with a weapon!
Monsters, one by one, begin committing suicide!
"NO! STOP! Why are you doing this?!"
"Angel, please, free us!" They yell out before taking their own lives, their dust spilling to the ground, and their latent energy filling Frisk. Frisk closes their eyes and sighs.
Before long, hundreds of monsters are dead by their own hand. Hotland is likely completely empty now. Frisk isn't sure what to feel about this. Are the monsters hailing him as some kind of god? This doesn't feel right. Frisk walks forward past all of what would be Mettaton's sets before arriving at the MTT hotel.
Muffet didn't put up much of a fight. She didn't really seem to understand what Frisk was doing, or why he was fighting, did not fear the end. In a way, Frisk enjoyed the world being static for once.
Frisk looks around the hotel, it's completely abandoned, as expected. Frisk saves their game and proceeds into the Core.
The Core here however, seems completely different from before, like someone changed it around. Frisk takes one step and a wall mounted cannon fires off, shooting Frisk in the chest! It deals heavy damage, but Frisk's sheer power was more than enough to survive!
250/332 HP
Frisk rubs their chest and moves onward. The Core seems to be booby-trapped.
"OH HELLO THERE DARLING! GLAD TO SEE YOU TOOK THAT MAGICAN CANNON TO THE CHEST AND STILL LIVED! THAT WAS TESTED TO BE VIABLE FOR TAKING DOWN A HUMAN TEN TIMES YOUR SIZE! YOU REALLY ARE A LITTLE DEVIL, AREN'T YOU?! THE SHOW MUST GO ON, BEAUTIES!" Mettaton's trademark voice lets out. Frisk smirks.
Frisk moves through the mazelike Core, fighting strong monsters and avoiding ludicrous traps like electric floors, colored tiles, and bottomless pits.
Frisk actually died a few times and had to load. Mettaton's Core is actually quite vicious. Frisk falls down another pit, but impales the wall with Wishbone and uses their momentum to flip back up! Frisk dashes through the core, past multiple colored lasers and other dangerous traps.
"LOOK AT THE MAGNIFICENT HUMAN MAKE THEIR WAY THROUGH SUCH UNFAIR, DAUNTING TRAPS! SURELY THEY ARE EVERYTHING WE WISHED THEY COULD BE; AND MORE!" Mettaton blares through the Core and possibly all of the underground.
Frisk fights giant machines and elite monsters, both of which are cut down in mere moments. Wishbone grinds against the floor causing sparks to follow. Frisk encounters locked doors and electric fences, only to blast through them with no effort.
"OH ME OH MY! THE HUMAN IS DEVIATING FROM THE SCHEDULE! HOW MAGNIFICENTLY UNEXPECTED! BUT WHAT'S THIS?!" Mettaton yells as the room Frisk enters goes dark.
"LIGHTS!" The room lights up, blinding Frisk.
"CAMERA!" Frisk opens their eyes to see guns and lasers pointing at them. Frisk gulps.
"ACTION!" All of the guns and weapons go off at once, explosions and other things blowing the room to bits.
-Game Over-
"Chara, you have to stay determined!"
Frisk opens their eyes at the beginning of the Core again. Mettaton is almost making this fun.
Frisk dances through the Core with precision style and grace, cutting walls, machines, and monsters with speed. Mettaton lets out a few compliments and his robot exterior winks at the camera a few times. Frisk rushes through and makes it to what appears to be the end, with Mettaton's room being present just ahead. Frisk saves and moves forward.
Literally as SOON as Frisk steps foot into the room, they feel a sharp pain in the back of their head as someone flies over and kicks them! Frisk faceplants into the floor and looks up with a bloody nose to see Mettaton Neo!
Neo crashes to the ground with spotlights blaring all around them, and a crowd of monsters cheering his name, and Frisk's! Frisk rises to their feet and draws Wishbone.
"BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES! BEHOLD, THE HUMAN!" Mettaton yells into a microphone, causing the crowd to go ballistic!
"So you want to make this into a spectacle, eh Mettaton?"
"The brilliant Doctor Alphys gave us a lot of videos, and I have to say, you've created quite a name for yourself, both fame and infamy! I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little jealous! You've got everyone running for the hills, AND their televisions! Our religious officials declare you an omen of both the end and a new beginning! But enough about politics, were here to see someone die, isn't that RIGHT?!" Mettaton yells to a cheering crowd!
The music and spotlights fill Frisk with… something. Frisk becomes a slave to the rhythm and begins to head-bob a little bit. With a sharp pose, Frisk aims Wishbone in front of them.
"Then let's dance!" Frisk yells out, rushing at Mettaton and slicing!
978,755,990,500
Frisk looks on to see that Neo's health didn't move, but Frisk can hear what sounds like a monster soul shattering.
"I forgot to mention, Alphys upgraded my armor before you arrived in Hotland with some failed determination specimens! It's very possible that your attacks would be enough to destroy even my perfect frame in one hit, but I have dozens of placeholders to defend me! What that means, Beauty, is it's time for you to guard!" Neo yells out, unleashing a devastating laser arc!
It ignites the stage and the audience cheers and screams in fury and fanaticism!
Frisk aims Wishbone, but Neo is already flying at Frisk with his brilliant wings unleashing chaotic energy! All of these attacks are quickly whittling Frisk's health down, but not by that much. After the great monster suicide, and killing Muffet, Frisk reached LV 85, and right now their health is 184/358. Even after eating monstrous hits like that to the face without blocking, Frisk still has more than double the health they had when facing down Sans. Neo is apparently surprised, but Frisk attacks again!
899,880,500,444
Another broken soul is heard and Mettaton's armor glows more, the crowd going absolutely wild! Mettaton Neo unleashes a barrage of gigantic purple balls that Frisk slashes in half, causing them to fall into the audience and kill a lot of watching monsters. Frisk almost feels bad, but Mettaton speaks up;
"So what if a few people have to die? That's showbusiness!" He yells out, launching a purple laser that Frisk holds off with Wishbone! Frisk lunges forward once again!
990,000,727,899
Once again, a proxy soul took that damage for Neo, who continues to unleash a barrage of super attacks, each of them completely new and unpredictable! The battle stage begins to rise and little robots come from all sides and begin to fire at Frisk, who barely has the speed to dodge them in time! Mettaton closes in amidst the confusing and catches Frisk off guard, landing a super powered punch to the stomach! Frisk winces, grabbing Mettaton by his cannon and throwing him forward before stabbing down with Wishbone!
999,999,999,999
Frisk seemingly cannot pass that amount of possible damage dealt, and hears another soul break, but Mettaton smirks before unleashing a rocket powered boot to kick Frisk right in the face! Frisk spills across the stage and nearly falls off!
90/358 HP.
Neo flies off the stage and crashes into Frisk from behind, causing them to cough up a small amount of blood before grabbing them by the back of the head! The stage begins to fall instead of rise, and Neo throws Frisk down as hard as they can before his wings open up further! Frisk shakes their head and looks up to see a barrage of missiles coming at them! Frisk blocks as many of the missiles as they can, but Mettaton zips forward again and kicks Wishbone out of Frisk's hand! It goes flying into the audience!
"Game over, Darling!" Neo lets out, unleashing a laser right onto Frisk's chest!
0/358 HP.
The crowd goes wild, Mettaton taking celebratory bows.
However… Frisk begins to float above the ground where they landed… their body beginning to glow red. The faint red aura that Frisk recognized earlier is now a bit more noticeable… around them is a series of small red numbers so close together that it looked like a red layer of energy.
All of the numbers are 9s.
Frisk lands on the stage and Mettaton takes a step back.
"A-Ah… so… this is the angel everyone foresaw…! Ha… I have to say, I'm a bit… intimidated."
"AS YOU SHOULD BE, GHOST… HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW THE END IS NEAR?!" Frisk? roars out, moving their hand, not even slashing, but conjuring up a magical storm!
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Mettaton's soul armor breaks once again, but he uses that as a method for counterattack! Mettaton lunges at Frisk? and punches a hole through them, but instead of blood, their body breaks with a series of digital code, zeroes, ones, and nines. Frisk's? eyes melt into a black coloration.
"I… don't suppose you want to join my fan club…?" Neo tries to say as Frisk? grabs hold of Mettaton's arms and begins to pull as hard as they can! Multiple souls can be heard shattering as a myriad of 999,999,999,999's are seen going over Neo's body, before their arms are finally torn off with magical electricity following behind them!
The audience goes speechless. Everyone tries to run out at once, but Frisk? impales Mettaton's body with his own arms and then tears him in half!
"GAHAHAHAHAH! DIE! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!" Frisk? giggles and squeals with a girlish voice, tearing Mettaton to pieces before tearing his soul out with their own hands! It beats in Frisk's? hand, and Frisk? readies to crush it before once again feeling a pain in their chest. Frisk? looks down to see Wishbone poking out of them again.
"PAPYRUS… YOU… REALLY… NEED TO STOP!" Frisk? growls, grabbing Wishbone by the hilt and throwing it across the room again! The sword floats in mid-air and points at Frisk's? black melted face.
"NOT AGAIN! NOT THIS TIME! I WONT LET YOU PUT ME BACK, THE TIME IS NOW, PAPYRUS! YOUR CHOSEN ONE WILL REALIZE THEIR TRUE NATURE!" Frisk? yells out, beginning to squeeze down on Mettaton's soul!
However, completely out of nowhere, a bone comes in and hits Frisk over the head.
-1/358 HP
"WHAT A PATHETIC ATTACK, DOING ONLY 1 DAMAGE… WAIT… 1 DAMAGE?! GAHAHAH…!" Frisk? cackles with maniacal energy, looking backwards. There is a familiar portly skeleton.
"Yo."
"DIE!" Frisk? bellows, charging at Sans at the speed of light, before Sans teleports away! Frisk? hits the ground so hard that the game shatters into a sequence of red numbers, and all of the monsters in the room flash instantly to dust! Frisk? turns around with black liquid leaking down their eyes at Sans, who is now wielding Wishbone.
"Sorry kid, this is for your own good."
"YOU WON'T PUT ME BACK! I WILL KILL THIS ENTIRE WORLD BEFORE I AM FINISHED!" Frisk? yells, turning to the door to New Home, but Sans rushes forward at speed not even Frisk? can muster, and stabs them with Wishbone. Upon being stabbed again, Frisk once again falls to his knees.
1/358 HP.
"Gee, kid. You sure can take a beating."
"Gah… th-thanks… but… why did you save me? You've seen what I've done… to your brother… to everyone…"
"Kid, my brother Papyrus meant the world to me. Just so happens that you are the world, so it's funny how these things end up, huh?" He says with a goofy smile. Frisk looks back at Sans, oil, dust, sweat, and blood dripping down his face.
"Hah… well… thanks… what have you been doing this whole time?"
"Oh, I'll tell you later. Your journey is almost over kid. I hope this was all worth it."
"Yeah… me too…" Frisk says, weakly rising to his feet, Wishbone in hand.
With all the fighting over, Frisk picks up Mettaton's soul and touches it to their chest. Frisk checks their new stats.
LV 99. Frisk's max health is 412 now. Frisk doesn't think they can get any stronger anymore. There is no EXP modifier next to their LV. No amount of monster killings will get Frisk any stronger. Frisk sighs in relief. Sans doesn't have to die…! That makes Frisk feel so much better. Frisk looks over at the crater they left when overtaken by corruption…
It looks like they punched a hole straight through the game. Frisk hasn't ever seen anything like it before. Frisk hopes they're strong enough to beat Chara now, because there's nowhere to go from here. Frisk walks forward past Mettaton's stage.
Frisk walks forward towards New Home, and the Hall of Judgement.
Author's Note: I'm rehosting the Unseen Influence Trilogy on account of my patron vanishing. This story will be deleted if he ever returns. Until then, enjoy yourself.