Fragments of Mettaton's body hit the ground with another careless slash of the human's knife. Pieces of his body are connected by mere wires and nothing else. He could feel the power slowly draining from his vessel, looking down and gasping as he notices the glass vessel on his abdomen containing his soul had been punctured. He grimaced, trying to power through this and make it out... for everyone... for the underground. But internally he knew it was for nothing. This frail, filthy human was going to overpower him and there was nothing he could do about it, yet he kept going. The power of NEO circulated through his systems. Yet it wouldn't nearly be enough. His form was crumbling with each hit, oil leaked from his mouth like blood.

He narrowed his gaze, focused on the human. "Frisk... what have you done... this can't go on much longer... I.... I can't lose this... they're not going to make it... you've already killed over half the underground..." He clutched his arm, breathing heavily. Everyone else was waiting in New Home, past the CORE which they currently were. There weren't even many left. "I don't understand why... why you had to do this to us? We've suffered enough being down here, trying to build some sort of life back. And now you're taking it all..." He clenched his metallic jaw.