Ashed stood motionless, hood casting a deeper shadow than ever.
He looked between the five survivors. His stare was surgical.
A'malther: Too composed. Too distant. Last.
NM!UltSans: unreadable and wrapped in flame. Last.
Billy: exposed. Distracted.
UltSans: weakened. Failing.
D2V: a beast. Too risky. Not yet.
"Start with the weakest. Stack the EXP."
He moved.
A blur of motion.Ashed dashed.Billy jumped.
Effortlessly, the animatronic soared upward, his glowing pupils scanning the air—until—
A blaster slammed into him from behind, jaws closing like a steel trap.
Billy grunted, arms forcing outward, the servos in his arms whining—
Then—
CRACK.
He shattered the blaster's jaw in his grip.
But he was already falling.
Midair—Ashed fired.
A blazing crimson-and-purple slash tore the sky, aimed for Billy's chest—But a blaster appeared, summoned by UltSans to intercept.
The slash cut through it—Then pierced through Billy's left shoulder.
His arm dropped, metallic fingers twitching on the way down.
Ashed landed, already dashing at UltSans.
UltSans fought to respond—Magic flared, bones rose, blasters formed—But he was too slow.
Ashed sliced him again and again, carving through UltSans' defenses like wet paper.UltSans dodged one swing—barely—then collapsed, gasping, his body too broken to keep standing.
Billy hit the ground.
He rose.
He saw UltSans collapse, split in half.No scream.Just pain.
Billy's pupils changed—turned red.
He charged.
Ashed turned—swung.
Billy spun—dodging.His servo motors screamed as he launched a devastating punch straight to Ashed's face.
THUD.
Ashed staggered.
No bone magic worked.His blasters struck—But Billy didn't react.Bones bounced off his frame.
A blaster struck him point-blank—
Nothing.
Then it began.
A music box played.
Distant at first…Then closer.More defined.
The melody of a haunted lullaby.
"Do you hear it?"
Ashed froze.
Billy was fading, his body growing translucent, flickering with pale energy.
Above him—
A silhouette appeared.
White mask.Dark sockets.Two wide streaks beneath the eyes.
The Puppet.
Its eyes flashed—pure white.
Ashed froze.
In front of him stood not just Billy—But a child.
A girl.
Charlie.
Ghostly. Glowing green.Tears of black pouring from her eyes.
Beside her—Chara, watching silently.
Charlie: "He is under my protection.He's not like you.He knows. And he remembers."
Then—Billy moved.
His right palm glowed white, light surging from his fingertips.
His eyes turned into beams, cutting through the air.
A'malther and NM!UltSans both hesitated, watching—not in fear, but in unfamiliar awe.
A robot.A protector.A ghost in metal.
Ashed saw the Puppet's mask, not Billy's face.The music box grew louder.
He couldn't move.
Billy reached forward—Placed his glowing hand on Ashed's head—
And then crushed it.
CRACK.
Ashed dropped to his knees,Then fell sideways.
Dead.
The bone machete landed beside his limp fingers.
Billy turned—Looked to A'malther.
A pause.
Then to NM!UltSans—who simply stared, unreadable behind a wall of flame.
Finally, Billy turned to—
UltSans.
Still alive.
Barely.
Torn in half.
Undead.
Suffering.
Billy took a step toward him—
Then stopped.
Trembling.
Shaking.
Suddenly—
BOOM.
Billy exploded.
Blue flames erupted.
Only blue smoke remained.
UltSans lifted his head, trembling, using his arms to support his ruined body.
He saw it.
The reason.
NM!UltSans.
Standing where Billy had been—Hands still in his pockets.
Eyes glowing behind flame.
Without a word—A blue bone shot through UltSans' head.
Then—his soul appeared above his chest.
A blue beam fired from NM!UltSans' eyes.
SHATTER.
UltSans' soul broke,Determination burning away.
Gone.
Three remained.
D2V appeared from the side, dashing into position like a stalking predator.
They formed a triangle:
NM!UltSans: relaxed, emotionless, godlike
A'malther: poised, arms crossed, a sentinel of judgment
D2V: wild, bent low, one hand on the ground, other clawed like a beast, ready to devour
They stared at one another.
The void held its breath.
No more talk.
Who would move first?
Who would fall?
Who would be crowned the strongest?