It was dark in the Lab, dust puffing up with every step. Aliza coughed as she pulled a lantern out of her backpack. She lit a finger with blue fire, setting the wick alit.

Machines sat, ripped apart. There was a huge TV, the screen cracked. Aliza was reflected, making her shiver.

"Let's go." Flowey hissed. She nodded, moving faster.

The only sound was her footsteps until spotlights lit up.

She stood in the remains of what looked like a kitchen set. Most of the surfaces were covered in red, the copper smell explaining what it was. It looked like someone had taken a chainsaw to it.

"Hell-Hello Hotl-Hotland!"

A robot stood there. From what she could tell, he used to be pink and human shaped. Now, the paint was peeling and random pieces of metal were melded on. His glass stomach was cracked.

"I-I'm Metta- M- Mettaton!"