The ruins of the outpost smoldered under a crimson sky. Twisted metal, broken stone, and burning wreckage stretched for miles—once a UAC facility, now a demon-infested graveyard. Black smoke rose from craters where artillery had hit, and the ground itself pulsed with heat, like the planet was bleeding from within.
Doom Slayer moved through the wreckage, slow and deliberate. His armor was scarred, coated in ash and dried blood. Behind him, a trail of broken demons marked his path—Imps torn in half, Possessed Soldiers crushed into the walls, a Hell Knight's torso still twitching in the dirt.
The air stank of sulfur and rot, but he didn't notice. He wasn't here to breathe. He was here to kill.
His Super Shotgun snapped open. Empty. He reloaded without looking, shells sliding home with a metallic click-clack. He rounded the corner of a collapsed wall and stopped. A Gore Nest pulsed in the center of a shattered courtyard, fleshy and throbbing like a tumor. It screeched as he approached, veins tightening.
He pulled it out with one hand.
The response was immediate.
A scream split the air. Then another. The sky tore open above him—Hell's version of a warning shot. A wave of demons surged in: Imps crawling over the rubble, a Revenant firing missiles from a broken rooftop, a Mancubus pushing its bulk through a crumbling gate.
He moved.
The shotgun roared again and again, tearing through flesh and armor. He caught an Imp mid-leap, slammed it into the ground, crushed its skull underfoot. The Revenant locked onto him—too slow. He sprinted, vaulted up the wall, ripped its jetpack off, then used it to blow the bastard apart.
The Mancubus tried to backpedal. It didn't get far.
A punch. A blast. A gory explosion that painted the walls red.
Then—silence.
Only the wind and the low hum of the scorched earth remained.
Doom Slayer stood still, catching neither breath nor thought. His armor hissed as cooling systems kicked in. He turned slowly, scanning the horizon—and that's when it appeared.
A shimmer. A distortion in the air, like glass under pressure.
Then, with a sudden pull, reality tore open. A red portal bloomed in front of him—smooth, symmetrical, glowing hot at the edges. Not a tear. A door. Purpose-built.
He didn't move. Not yet.
The energy coming off it wasn't random. This wasn't just another Hell rift vomiting out whatever was nearby. This was targeted. Directed.
Something on the other side knew him.
And it wanted him to come through.
[HUD ALERT: Dimensional Rift Detected]
[Target Signature: Unknown—Proceed with Caution]
Doom Slayer stood before the portal, its edges pulsing like a raw wound in reality. It buzzed with unstable energy, rippling in and out of phase. He didn't hesitate. He never did.
He stepped through.
Midway, the light twisted—wrong somehow. The portal stuttered like a corrupted video feed, colors snapping and folding in on themselves.
[SYSTEM WARNING: Portal Stability Compromised]
[Temporal Sync: ERROR]
[Environmental Data—UNAVAILABLE]
His HUD flickered violently. UI elements scrambled, telemetry data vanished. Time stretched. A deep, static hum crawled into his skull. For a split second, the world shattered into frames—fragmented images of places he didn't recognize. Mountains floating in void. Machines twisting around bone. A face. Watching.
Then silence.
The portal dumped him out like a glitch in the world code. He landed hard, boots scraping against an unfamiliar surface—metal, but not UAC. Not Hell, either.
He stood, scanning the dark, flickering surroundings.
This place wasn't on any map.
And it wasn't finished loading.
Doom Slayer looked around—everything was black. Not just darkness, but void-like nothingness, cracked and twitching with glitches, distortion crawling across the air like broken data. There was no ground, no sky. Just one figure standing at the center of this corrupted chaos.
UltSans.
Doom Slayer didn't speak. He didn't ask questions. He didn't hesitate. He pumped his shotgun with a satisfying mechanical click and began walking forward—each step echoing like thunder through the glitched space.
UltSans hesitated. His hands, which were behind him, slowly moved forward. A subtle twitch in his fingers summoned an overwhelming barrage—waves of massive, sharp bones came flying forward like missiles. The air split as they tore through, each bone emitting an eerie screech.
But Doom Slayer didn't stop. He didn't flinch. He ran straight into the storm. The bones hit him—some struck head-on, others glanced off—but all of them bounced. They cracked or shattered on impact, doing nothing.
UltSans blinked, and in a sudden move, he dashed away, vanishing with a flicker of glitchy blue. But in a flash, Doom Slayer was on him. He had read the move, caught the signal. He grabbed UltSans mid-dash, lifted him effortlessly, and slammed him into the ground—once, twice, again. The crashes echoed like bombs. Cracks formed beneath them.
On the final slam, Doom Slayer twisted UltSans' leg, and a sharp CRACK rang out—his right leg snapped at the joint. UltSans screamed in shock. Doom Slayer flung him like a broken doll.
UltSans spun wildly through the air, bones trailing behind him, before smashing into the ground. Just then, a red portal tore itself open like a bleeding wound in space—and UltSans was sucked through.
The other side was harsh. A volcanic plain of burning rock and searing heat. Lava lakes bubbled below jagged cliffs. UltSans smashed against a rock wall, coughing up static-colored particles. Then—
BOOM—Doom Slayer landed a second later with a short, heavy jump that crushed the volcanic ground beneath him. No hesitation. He locked onto UltSans and fired the Super Shotgun's chain.
The hook snapped forward, slicing the air, nearly reaching UltSans' chest. But just before impact, he teleported a few feet away, flickering like a glitched ghost.
He barely had time to recover. Doom Slayer was already on him again. Without pause, he drove his left leg into UltSans' gut—one heavy, brutal kick. It sent UltSans flying through the air and rolling along the scorched earth, coughing and struggling to stand.
Doom Slayer didn't wait. From behind his back, he pulled a massive, arcane weapon—the orb cannon. A green sphere began charging, pulsing with energy, electric arcs jumping in all directions.
[Praetor HUD: Energy Surge Detected – Orb Cannon Charging: Level 5 Nuclear Equivalent]
The cannon fired. The green orb flew slowly, but radiated so much power that the ground warped and cracked beneath it. Every second it traveled was a ticking bomb. UltSans panicked, summoned a blaster, and fired—his shot met the orb.
Both stood still.
The orb hovered.
Then—
BOOOOOOOM.
A flash like a small star exploded across the battlefield. Green lightning surged through everything. Shockwaves rippled out for kilometers. Everything within the blast radius became irradiated chaos. Stone vaporized. The terrain warped.
Doom Slayer stood untouched.
UltSans teleported again. He was breathing heavier now. Eyes wide. For the first time, fear was written clearly on his face.
Doom Slayer wasn't giving him a second to think.
He unleashed the Chaingun. A deafening roar of bullets tore through the air. UltSans warped again. He was being driven to his limit—his composure cracking. The Slayer's arsenal was unfamiliar, overwhelming. Every gun looked ancient and futuristic at the same time—holy relics built for extinction. And UltSans didn't understand them. He didn't have counters.
He couldn't keep up.
He had to change that—or he was going to die.
He lifted his leg and stomped. The ground cracked violently. Massive bones erupted from all directions, towering high. The earth trembled beneath their size.
He turned, expecting to see Doom Slayer trapped.
Instead—Doom Slayer was leaping from bone to bone, turning them into a staircase toward the sky. He wasn't slowing down. He was using the attack as a tool for altitude.
Doom Slayer reached the top of a bone pillar, aimed the Ballista. The beam cannon powered up with a whine.
UltSans summoned a wall of bones just in time.
Too slow. The beams pierced clean through, one after another.
A millisecond from being shredded, UltSans dodged—he didn't even think. It just happened.
He landed and blinked in confusion.
That dodge hadn't been his.
Chara floated behind him, her red trail coiling around him like blood in water. She slowly phased into view, hovering, watching.
Chara: "After everything, you just stand there? Don't be pathetic, Azzy."
UltSans froze. His thoughts were chaos. Chara was real. She was watching. Judging.
Doom Slayer was already in motion.
He dashed toward them. Chara slashed—her blade hit Doom Slayer, but he barely stumbled, skidding to a stop. He drew the Unmaykr.
The alien weapon fired. Lasers. Glowing, humming, unrelenting.
Chara tried to parry. Useless.
The beams ignored her. UltSans dodged wildly.
Then the BFG-9000 powered up again.
A massive green blast carved a tunnel through the arena. UltSans barely escaped, teleporting at the last second.
Doom Slayer was chasing him now like a predator. No mercy. No slowdowns.
UltSans tried everything.
Bones? Worthless.Blasters? Outgunned.Flames? Ineffective.
He kept teleporting—each time more exhausting. Every warp took more energy. It was unsustainable.
He was killing himself just staying alive.
Frustration boiled in him. Anger at himself. At how powerless he felt.
He stopped. Stood still. Breathed.
Then raised his hand—and flames consumed the arena. Every surface ignited, the atmosphere twisted with fire. Heat waves distorted everything.
Doom Slayer's hook snapped forward.
It latched onto UltSans' right hand and tore.
UltSans screamed. He fought to keep the arm.
Too late.
The arm ripped off at the elbow, dangling uselessly as Doom Slayer soared toward him. But the extra second gave UltSans time to teleport.
Doom Slayer missed, grabbed a nearby bone, and began climbing again like a machine.
UltSans healed. Barely. He was swaying, heavy breathing. His eyes were dimming.
Doom Slayer reached him again.
UltSans tried to blink away—just to survive a little longer.
He couldn't believe this—this thing he was fighting wasn't even trying anymore. Just doing what it always did.
Doom Slayer dropped like a comet.
CRASH. The ground shattered.
UltSans tried to stand.
Doom Slayer was already in his face.
The Doomblade came out. UltSans countered with a red knife. The blades clashed.
They dueled. Briefly.
Red knives flashed. Magic slashes cut the air.
But Doom Slayer was too fast. Too strong. He countered effortlessly. Ignored what couldn't be blocked.
Then broke through.
The punches came.
Heavy. Precise. Endless.
Doom Slayer didn't want a quick kill. Not now.
This fight had dragged too long. UltSans had resisted death. That made him worth ripping apart.
Doom Slayer kept punching. Kept breaking. Kept tearing.
UltSans bled. But he didn't fall. He was barely standing. Yet still there.
That made the beating even better.
Doom Slayer wound up—charged his left arm—and landed a brutal punch to the face.
UltSans flew backward.
He staggered. Dropped to one knee. Then collapsed.
He tried to rise—only to slump back down, too weak to even sit up.
Doom Slayer walked forward.
Stepped on his chest.
Pulled out the Crucible.
And stabbed it straight into UltSans' heart.
The blade sank deep.
But after a short pause—
UltSans' hand grabbed the blade.
And shoved it aside.
The Crucible shattered.
Doom Slayer paused.
This… had never happened before.
UltSans—trembling, broken—stood up. The top half of the Crucible still embedded in his chest. His breathing was ragged. His stance barely held.
They locked eyes.
UltSans raised his hand. Gripped the broken blade. Red aura wrapped his fingers. The blade sparked. He tried to stab himself with it—to destroy what remained.
It couldn't touch him.
He gritted his teeth—and shattered the Crucible fragment with both hands. Red lightning exploded outward.
Doom Slayer stared at the broken weapon in his hand.
Then tossed it.
Rolled his neck. Loosened up.
UltSans moved.
A red aura ignited.
Chains—faint, flickering red—wrapped around him. His arms. Legs. Torso. Neck. Binding him like a cursed puppet. Yet charging him. Strengthening.
A pulse of white static crossed his face.
Chara's trail moved from UltSans' chest—swirling around him.
They both stared at Doom Slayer.
Chara showed no emotion—just a red ghost.
But UltSans…
He was smiling.
A sick, wide, soul-piercing grin.
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