Frisk stood next to their save point. They breathed in and out to prepare themselves until a message they'd heard rang in their mind. "*2 Left"

Frisk interacted with the save point, confused, annoyed, and a bit curious.

2 Left

Frisk cocked their head in confusion. Did one of them not count? Maybe since Flowey didn't have a soul? Maybe because that human (Clover was his name, right?) wasn't a monster. Or perhaps that sand monster was something else entirely. Or maybe it wasn't even real. Frisk declined to save. Instead, they made their way into the throne room again.

Inside the throne room, there was the same sun as last time. The same howling sound of wind, emanating from the barrier. Standing in front of the throne was the same cowboy. Both of their chests glowed in the same heart shape in the same colors, one red and the other yellow. But this time, Clover's hat was tilted upwards, revealing his smiling face. The harmonica sang a different tune, "Showdown!"

Check - Clover

HP 16 ATK 19 DEF 22

Human soul of Justice

Frisk waited for it. There. The same tumbleweed rolled between the two soon-to-be combatants, as if on cue. Frisk ran forward and kicked it at Clover's face.

Clover ducked under, barely not being hit. Frisk jumped straight at the cowboy as he was crouched there, slashing at him.

Clover dashed out of the way, but in his momentary panic, he dodged right into Frisk's other knife swing. The attack, of course, did zero damage, but that wouldn't deter Frisk.

Flowey switched the song he was playing in the harmonica to what sounded like "Spear of Justice", although on the harmonica, the song's violence wasn't fully replicated, making it sound empty and hollow, not unlike the rest of the underground.

Frisk lunged toward Clover again, but Clover dashed further away and took out a golden cup. It was the same exact color as his scarf. He gulped down whatever was in the cup, then put back the cup.

Frisk lunged again, but then Clover was gone. He'd dashed away again. Frisk felt a bullet in their side. They turned, but didn't see Clover in that direction. A bullet in their back. Again they turned, but the cowboy was nowhere to be found. HP: 87/99

Another bullet hit and another. Frism couldn't dodge them, so they decided to keep turning and cut any bullets they saw out of the air.

Check - Clover

HP 16 ATK 19 DEF 22 SP: 3

His body isn't even used to regular caffeine

As Frisk continued turning, they caught glimpses of Clover, running around at absurd speeds. Frisk wondered how much caffeine was in that drink. They only had one tool to help them.

Frisk took out the Sea Tea and drank it quickly. But as Frisk was drinking, they couldn't stop the bullets pelting them. HP: 9/99

They finished drinking, raising their HP to 19 and, more importantly, their SP up one. Frisk dropped the empty cup and ran away from the bullets. More bullets were fired at them, but Frisk could now certainly dodge them with this extra speed. The question was whether they could catch Clover.

Frisk sprinted towards Clover, but Clover got away at twice the speed. Still, Frisk refused to give up like that. As Clover darted around the throne room and shot, Frisk approached something else: Dunebud. They swung their knife…

Clover was in between Frisk and Dunebud. He raised his golden cup in front of the knife. The knife shattered it, but it stopped the knife entirely. That cup must've been made of actual gold.

Clover quickly put his gun at Frisk's chest and shot. Frisk brought down their knife, but Clover dashed to Frisk's other side and shot them again. Frisk spun, swinging their knife. Clover dashed to Frisk's other side again and shot once more, making Frisk fall forward. HP: 1/99

Frisk landed on their hands and feet. Clover brought his gun to their head.

"You know, there's only one way this could ever end. Will ever end."

Clover pulled the trigger.

Game Over.