Grune follows her waves. The sound of her high heels echoes down the corridor in their wake as they collapse and the water washes the stones. She stops when she's standing in front of Mettaton.

"Please leave, Mettaton," she says. He's smiling, but--it's an ugly smile.

He stops with a bomb in hand. That's good.

"Are you kidding me, darling? With the two of us working together, that human won't stand a chance!"

"I don't want to hurt them. I'm going to stop them."

She begins another spell. This time, the lights beneath her feet are black and purple.