Mettaton laughs. "You don't get it," he asks, "do you darling? If I fail to kill you, Alphys will kill me. So, before I self destruct killing us both and freeing the underground with your soul, we've hit our viewer goal! I'll now take a caller!"

"Hey Mettaton," the caller greets, "your show sucks! Kill the kid and do something good for once!"

"What?" Mettaton asks, "that can't be true! Another caller!"

"Your show is shit Mettaton!"

"Do it! Push the button!"

"Finally, the bot goes boom!"

Mettaton begins to cry. "Well," he decides, "of that's what they want..."

"Mettaton," Frisk pleads, "don't do this. What will killing yourself accomplish?"

"Keeping the ratings darling," Mettaton replies.

Frisk tries to stop Mettaton, but they're to late. Frisk is filled with a deep, bubbling hatred. They look at the ratings, every monster in the Underground is watching.

"Frisk," Flowey pleads, "whatever you're about to do, it's probably a bad idea."

Frisk holds Mettaton's head. "Look at what you've done!" They demand, "is this what you wanted?!? You pushed man to suicide! I was told you were traped down here cause humans were afraid, but I see now that was a lie. You were traped down here, cause you should be burning in Hell. You truly are monsters."

"It's OK Frisk," Flowey tries to calm them, "we can just load and try again."

"No," Frisk growls, "these monsters should be burning in Hell, and it looks like," Frisk summons the reset button, "I have to send them there."

Sans takes a shortcut. "Wait!" he yells, "don't!" Frisk ignores him, and resets.