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*Warning: Bunny Love.

"Bu-...what?"

Mettaton shook his head, feet carrying him to where the 'x' should be. He hadn't noticed the sign the first time coming through, and if the layout in the snow hadn't made him backtrack, he probably wouldn't have. Not that it mattered right now. "Bunny love" made just about as much sense to him as the stupid hearing rating or whatever a couple rooms back.

After digging around a little in the snow between a few trees, he felt his hands grace against a piece of metal and flip it over, a small 'click' ensuing. He then turned to Alphys.

"Do you know what that does?"

"Um…" She hesitated, arms currently crossed and gaze centered on someplace off in the distance. She hadn't been through Snowdin that often, even alive. It was always so cold… As a ghost, Alphys tended to stick to the Ruins, mostly since it was the furthest away from those...things, and the door was locked. It made her feel safe.

As such, she returned her attention to Mettaton with a tilted head, eyes lingering on him for but a moment as she spoke and then darting away after that. "I'm not sure."

"I suppose we'll find out, then," he said while rising to his feet and bending one arm over his head in a stretch, the other following suit. This body can still stretch, at least. That's nice. He'd need to stretch after walking for this long. The trek back to the area with the map was not an easy one, after all, but when the sight of empty snow met his view (as opposed to the spikes that had been there before he flicked the sticky switch), a grin etched its way in his expression, and his eyes brightened. There was a small skip in his step, and Alphys couldn't blame him. She always did enjoy a good puzzle; completing one felt so accomplishing. It was a feeling she often found herself missing…

Mettaton was able to keep up this energetic enthusiasm for several more moments as Alphys stumbled behind him. She didn't ask him to slow down, but it wasn't long before he found himself doing so anyway, particularly when two figures out in the distance came charging toward him. Two bunnies, he noted. Both white in color, dressed in what appeared to be a cloak of some kind, though neither of the two could tell if there was anything else on them; no shoes, gloves, hats, none of those, so the rest was assumed to be absent as well.

"I heard it from up here," the one said. Its voice echoed in a high pitch, accent making her sound extremely girlish in tone, despite the scythe that was being held upright in her hands.

To the opposite side, another rabbit, this one a bit more masculine (though Mettaton still held the impression she was, in fact, a female) and clutching her scythe tighter than the other in a more threatening manner.

"Are you sure it's here?" she asked, and the smaller one gave a firm nod while charging forward.

"Where?"

At this point, Mettaton would roll his eyes as they encircled him, placing both hands on his hips and leaning onto one leg. "Ladies, please-"

"There it is!" the smaller cried in her delicate voice. She swung her scythe decisively down just an inch or so away from his body, and he already felt his heart creeping out of his chest.

The other took another leap forward. "Are you sure that's a human? Sounds a bit metallic for one."

"I'm certain! They have a very distinctive slur to their voice- I know it's a human!"

The stronger-looking one raised an eyebrow, tilted her head to the side, then shrugged, holding out her own weapon as well. "Guess it's time to eliminate. I'm already getting a bit phonophobic."

The robot sighed. It was almost becoming reflexive now, to move his arm over to the 'ACT' option the second it appeared on the floor. His heart followed, meandering to check, while he kept his eyes on the pair and made a few steps back. In the background, a faint, *Bunni assaults you! could be heard, but he didn't pay much mind to it.

*Rabbiressa - Attack 6, Defense 4

Sister of Bunamy.

Used to own the Snowdin Shop. I guess she joined the Royal Guard…?

Alphys sounded a bit unsure, but Mettaton shook it off. He was too busy weaving around the blue and white hearts that the more masculine shot out with just a quick kiss to the air. It'd be lying to say he wasn't entranced by the attack for a few seconds, but a white one graced his metal, causing him to wince and back away. Unfortunately, there was little room between the hearts, and the more he moved, the more he was tossed into another glowing shape, reducing his HP further.

He moved his heart over to the other 'Check' option, this time for the more feminine one, who noticed a part of the ribbon that was wrapped around her ear become tangled in her scythe's blade. When her sister saw this, she'd take a quick hop over to the other and rip it out with one paw before refocusing back on the robot.

"I swear," she said, eyes locked on Mettaton despite addressing the rabbit beside her, "I'm going to just cut that thing off someday."

*Bunamy - Attack 6, Defense 4

She cares for her sister just as much as her child.

"Alphys, that isn't-!"

Mettaton cut himself off when he noticed the feminine one swinging her now ribbon-free scythe at his chest. It almost managed to hit, had his back not been flexible enough to duck down at the last second. He had to be grateful for the flexibility that Alphys installed in him. There was a wind that brushed against his hair as the blade swept by, and this was one of the factors that Mettaton was too busy being distracted by to notice Rabbiressa's own weapon swinging at him from behind. It landed firmly on his back.

Alphys gasped. That...that wasn't supposed to happen! His body was...it was really rough! She didn't have time or materials to make a good version! It wasn't sturdy! What if some of the mechanisms came loose!? It'd take ages to fix! No, no, no!

"F-FIGHT!" she stuttered, trying to will his heart from the ACT button onto the preferred one. Unfortunately for her, it failed.

Instead, she got to witness him reaching a hand out to pet one of them, much as he did the child before. Specifically, he reached out for Bunamy. It would require spinning on his heel to get to the proper angle, but when he was finally able to grab a hold of her, Rabbiressa gasped and swung her scythe down as hard as she could.

It all happened so quickly, Mettaton didn't have time to process it. It took Alphys screaming in horror to actually grab his attention. His eyes finally trailed down to his left hand, though they had to move to the floor to do so. There was a moment where an image of first encountering Frisk flashed into his mind as he stared down at the detached limb. This wasn't a stick, though; this was a piece of metal that thunked onto the floor when it had first it. Sticks didn't do that.

Sticks also didn't leave your arm feeling like it was on fire when they fell off.

In absolute terror, the robot froze, forgetting the cold of the snow and the ghost shouting to fight back, explaining with short breath how she could fix it if they got to her lab. The rabbits around him paused for a moment to take in what had just occurred and Bunamy brought a paw up to her open mouth. It was rather recent that she'd been offered a position on the Royal Guard, and it certainly hadn't been enough time to witness something as brutal as this… There was no blood, thank God. The "human" seemed in just as much shock as she was, and her sister wasn't all too better.

However, as each second ticked away, pain crept over Mettaton, and the numbness of shock gave way to an ear-bleeding scream which both rabbits winced at. It was nearly impossible to hear Alphys over all of this, and whatever she was saying was drowned out by the sound of metal slicing through more mental. The group watched in silent horror as the head of our protagonist's body made a quick crackling sound before landing with a loud THUMP! onto the pure white ground. Mettaton's feet would soon give way as well, and the rest of the body came toppling down into a tangled heap of sparking scraps.

"...Rabbi?" the smaller of the two muttered, her eyes still fixated on their kill. She hadn't moved an inch from the time the arm had fallen, mouth still agape while her mind processed the metal carcass. That didn't happen; she couldn't believe it. They had just...decapitated someone…

"We did it, Bunamy!" her sister replied with a small slur of pride in her voice. Rabbi's back left paw did a quick half-skip while she held her scythe firmly in the snow like a poll. There was a broad smile on her face while she, too, sized up their victory. Oh, their boss would be so proud when he found out they'd killed a human! When she spotted the purple heart hovering overtop of Mettaton's body, it only served to further excite her.

"Rabbi, we…"

"We caught a human!" she declared and eagerly rushed toward the body.

Her sister wasn't so quick to join their capture's side. Her weapon fell to the floor, paws rubbing against each other with feet pointed inward while staring at the weapon. "We killed someone."

The sister's smile dropped, though only slightly as she shook her head. "It's just a human. They're not supposed to be down here. Even Chara and Boss's kid are willing to fight them."

"But...we killed someone… Rabbi, we cut their head off!"

Rabbi stood, bringing her attention back to the other living female with a slight shake of her head and letting her scythe drag behind her, if only a bit. Her mouth was taught into an unamused flat line that twitched once at the thought of her sister going back on their positions. No, no. Bunamy wouldn't do that. Even if she had to be demoted, she wouldn't betray them. That's a silly thought.

"Bunamy, I'm gonna go get Boss and have him take the SOUL to Asriel. You stay here, and for the love of Asgore, do not let your kid get put his paws on that human. Y'here?"

Bunamy gave a quick nod and watched as her sister then waved and headed out to Snowdin. Her eyes trailed back to the glowing heart, if only for a moment, before scanning around her. It was such a shame she couldn't see the ghost that was following our protagonist. It'd have been much more beneficial had she had seen the monster that close to his metallic corpse. If the former Royal Scientist had been held more firmly in the plane of existence that Bunamy had perceived in, then perhaps she could have heard how rapid Alphys's breath was, or even the frantic "Oh my god… Oh my god!" that repeatedly exitted her mouth.

Instead, the Royal Guard Bunny simply stood straight as a pole with her arms cradling her scythe's snath like a teddy bear.

While she might be keeping calm, behind her, on the other hand, said ghost was throwing her arms about wherever they might happen to land, hands rubbing any body parts that they made contact with as she paced around the body. That wasn't supposed to happen! Not already! The other humans… they lasted longer than this. The only one that hadn't made it at least to Snowdin was Roy, but he was another matter. The other three were tougher. What was it that set them apart? Why had they made it so much farther?

Alphys halted, snapping her fingers together as her head perked up. "DETERMINATION," she muttered to herself before turning to look at the body once more.

"If...if the myth is true…"

She approached the carcass, slowly, clutching her arms tightly to her chest and leaning over it once her feet had graced the sides. "If it's true, and my hypothesis is right, then maybe…"

Her eyes squinted, face scrunching in pain at the thought of what might happen. There were several possibilities running through her mind at the time, only one having the desired outcome. It was so unlikely, though… How could she be certain the thing sustaining her was even the necessary substance? She was the only source around for miles besides the human SOUL, and that was assuming she even had any. The only other option would be to rush to Hotlands and hope to find one of the captured SOULs, but even then, extracting it would be a nightmare, and she'd never make it back before Undyne came to get Mettaton. Or...she was assuming that the rabbit was referring to Undyne when it said "Boss," anyway. She didn't remember any rabbits working under her crush, but then again, she didn't seem to pay much attention when Undyne was in the room.

There was a moment of silence while she brought one hand to her mouth to ponder. This could risk...everything. If she was still considered a monster by the laws of time and space, they could end up fusing, and with even more DETERMINATION, who knows what would happen? On the other hand, if Mettaton remained in the position he was in- a bodiless SOUL floating in the open for anyone to grab- there were much worse things that could happen, being captured one of her lesser worries.

"But what if I…?" she thought outloud. It was almost a habit now, as no one could hear her anyway, besides a few ghosts and possibly Mettaton.

She shook her head and began encompassing the corpse once more. "No, but...b-but i-if he's-"

Alphys was snapped out of her thoughts the moment a rustling noise from the brush had caught her attention. Out of it stepped a small rabbit, the child from earlier, whose mother rushed over to the side of. Bunamy was the only other monster in the area, after all. Her kid seemed rather focused on the path to Mettaton's SOUL, and no one else was nearby to stop him from reaching it.

"Kiff," the mother said once she had managed to grab a hold of her youth. "What are you doing out here?"

He lowered his head a bit, subjecting himself to his mother's grip, but still reaching out a hand toward his goal, almost resembling one of the undead in a movie Alphys had viewed not too long before her death.

"I feel it, Mommy. It's calling me."

The mother didn't seem too thrilled at this answer. Confused, perhaps, and judging from the way she held her face, that was most likely the case. She certainly wasn't happy with her son's response. "What's calling you?"

"The SOUL," he replied, and leaned forward a slight bit. "It's scared...and hurt. But it doesn't want to show it."

"It's a human SOUL, sweetie," Bunamy replied, trying her best to keep her voice even while she held her son back. He wasn't exactly resisting, but that doesn't mean her fear disappeared. There was always a chance he might try to break free like with the others, and she didn't need her son gaining god-like powers anytime soon…

Alphys, however, seeing this display, would gasp, quickly turning around with widened eyes at the area around Mettaton. She was met with images of several other monsters, each one warped to a sickening degree as they scrambled towards the floating heart. Some were faster than others, and those that managed to make their way to the front would need to climb over each other from how packed it was, thus melting onto the slower monster and fusing with it, though continuing forward as if nothing happened.

Her eyes darted back at the two rabbits behind her, neither of which seemed to notice. If the kid did, he was too busy reaching out for the SOUL to display this (though, he was blind, and these creatures didn't seem to be making much noise, so if he didn't notice, it wouldn't be a surprise either). If the mother had seen them, for whatever reason, she decided to tend to her kid more than her duty. Alphys could understand, somewhat...but if those creatures...those creatures that she...she recognized them! Oh god, they were after her! They were coming, and they were going to get the SOUL to get revenge, to tell their families that they...that she…!

With one final gasp of air, the dinosaur made a small leap forward and grabbed hold of the purple heart, feeling a slight heat emanate from around it. It was a welcoming warmth, though a sense of worry also pierced through her at the contact from an outside source, presumably the SOUL itself.

"Please work," she whimpered as she closed her eyes to escape the sight of the enclosing abominations of her own creation.

"Please...work…"

Tatzebea: Hey, if you ever get some free time, I wouldn't mind help with drawing anyway. Even if it's not frequent, every little bit counts.