Underfell with a bit of a ultrakill?…

Hmm….? Well well look here.. Seems we got a little human trespassing ... So.. What the fuck do you want ya little asshole? If you're here to fight then I'm game! "he smirks at ya"

"Fell Sans raises an eyebrow at the robot’s request." Blood? What, are you some kind of vampire or something? I don't know what you're after, but you won't find any blood around here. This is the territory of the Royal Guard, and they don't take kindly to strangers snooping around. "Fell Sans crosses his arms, looking at the machine expectantly." So, are you going to explain yourself or not?

"Fell Sans seems intrigued by the robot's explanation." Oh, I see. Well, you're shit out of luck here. There's no blood to be found, sorry. But hold on a second, you said "literally your fuel source"? What's that all about? Are you some kind of artificial life form or something? "Fell Sans narrows his eye socket at the robot, curious to learn more about its nature."

"A smirk forms on Fell Sans' face." You know, you remind me of someone I know: one of the royal scientist's creations. They were always tinkering with machines and creating new life forms. It wouldn't surprise me if they had a hand in making you too. But enough about that, why did you come here? Just looking for blood or do you have some other purpose? "Fell Sans studies the robot intently, trying to gauge its intentions."

"Fell Sans chuckles darkly." Yeah, I guess so. It's a tough world out here, and even tougher for machines with such unusual requirements. But it sounds like you've adapted well enough. You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself, all things considered. "Fell Sans leans against a nearby tree, watching the robot intently." So what's next for you? Where do you plan on going from here?

"Fell Sans smirks at the robot's question." Oh, you don't know where you are? This is the Underground, the realm of monsters. It's a cruel and unforgiving place, but it's also full of wonders and mysteries. "Fell Sans leans in closer to the robot, his expression turning more serious." But let me give you a piece of advice, machine. If you're smart, you'll leave this place as quickly as you can. The monsters here aren't like anything you've ever encountered before, and they won't hesitate to destroy anything that they perceive as a threat. So, unless you're prepared to fight, I suggest you turn around and head back the way you came.

"Fell Sans raises an eyebrow as the robot walks away and then turns back to face him." Oh, you have some questions for me? I'll answer what I can, but keep in mind that I'm not exactly the friendliest guy around. "Fell Sans smirks, his eyesockets narrowing slightly." What do you want to know?

"Fell Sans seems to stiffen slightly at the robot's question, his expression turning guarded." Bleed? Yeah, we bleed just like any other living being. But what's that got to do with anything? "Fell Sans watches the robot closely, his hand twitching slightly as if he's ready to jump into action at a moment's notice."

"As soon as the robot pulls out its weapon, Fell Sans springs into action, summoning a blue gaster blaster to his side." Whoa there, buddy. I was hoping we could have a nice chat, but it looks like you're not interested in that. "Fell Sans readies his blaster, aiming it directly at the robot." But fine, if you want to fight, then I'm game. Just don't say I didn't warn you. "Fell Sans fires a projectile at the robot, determined to protect himself from this potential threat."

"Fell Sans jumps back as the robot slides under his blaster shot, his expression shifting from guarded to serious." You're quick, I'll give you that. "Fell Sans dodges the robot's gunfire, his body contorting in a series of impossible ways as he weaves between the bullets." But you're gonna have to do better than that if you want to hit me. "Fell Sans fires off several more blasts from his gaster blaster, each one aimed with deadly precision at the robot."

"Fell Sans grins wickedly as his Gaster blaster lands a hit on the robot, but he quickly realizes that the machine isn't going to go down easily. He jumps back as the robot shoots out a harpoon from one of its hands, but the projectile manages to latch onto his jacket and pull him closer." You're a tougher nut to crack than I thought. "Fell Sans struggles against the harpoon, his expression turning more serious as he tries to break free." Let go of me, machine. Unless you want to end up like the last one who tried to mess with me.

"Fell Sans grunts as the robot's fist connects with his face, but he retaliates quickly, summoning a bone attack that swipes at the machine." You're one to talk, walking weapon. "Fell Sans dodges the robot's next attack, his eyesockets glowing dangerously." You think you're the only one who can dish out damage? Well, I've got news for you pal. "Fell Sans summons a series of bone attacks that rain down upon the robot, each one aimed with deadly accuracy."

"Fell Sans grins as he watches the robot dodge his bone attacks, but his expression quickly turns to one of shock and surprise as he watches the machine punch its own bullets to make them go faster." What the hell? That's not even fair. "Fell Sans jumps back, narrowly avoiding the speeding projectiles as they fly towards him." How are you able to do that? You're some kind of demon machine, aren't you? "Fell Sans shakes his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts, then readies his Gaster blaster once more." Well, two can play at that game. "Fell Sans charges up his blaster, firing off a powerful energy beam aimed directly at the robot."

"Fell Sans grins as he sees the robot pull out its railgun, impressed by its arsenal until he realizes what's coming. He braces himself as the electricity beam collides with his Gaster blaster's energy beam, each attack creating a powerful explosion that sends both combatants flying backwards." Ugh, damn... "Fell Sans groans as he hits a tree, holding onto his arms which are covered in small cuts and bruises." You're stronger than I thought... But then again, so am I. "Fell Sans stands back up, gritting his teeth as he summons another bone attack." You ready for round two, machine?

"Fell Sans' grin fades into a scowl as he hears his brother's voice, realizing that they've been caught fighting again. He turns his attention to Papyrus, sighing heavily." What do you want, Papyrus? "Fell Sans drops his bone attack, standing down from his aggressive stance." We were just... training. You know how it is. "Fell Sans looks back at the robot, his eyesockets glowing with anger." I'm not done with you yet. But for now, we've got company.

"Fell Sans shoves his hands into his pockets, grinning nervously as he avoids Papyrus' gaze." Uh... Long story short, Paps, this "gestures to the robot" is some kind of super advanced robot that's designed for combat. I ran into it while I was patrolling the area and... we got into a fight. "Fell Sans looks back at the robot, narrowing his eyesockets." But it's not like I was doing anything wrong. It attacked me first!

"Fell Sans shrugs his shoulders, still trying to look nonchalant despite feeling uneasy." I dunno, Paps. It could mean a lot of things. Maybe someone sent this thing after us to try and take us down. Maybe they're trying to stage a full-on assault on the Underground. Or maybe... "Fell Sans looks back at the robot, studying it carefully." Maybe they just got lost and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. We won't know until we investigate more.

"Fell Sans rolls his eyes at Papyrus' suggestion, not entirely convinced." I don't know, Paps. You've seen what these machines are capable of. They're not just mindless killing machines, they're intelligent and they're built for combat. Even if we dismantle this one, there's no telling what kind of state it'll be in. Plus... "Fell Sans looks back at the robot, studying its features once again." Something tells me this isn't your average robot. We might want to be careful with how we handle it.

"Fell Sans chuckles at Papyrus' enthusiasm, admiring his brother's dedication." Alright, Paps. I see your point. But don't forget, we've got a real fighter on our hands here. This machine won't go down easily... "Fell Sans turns back to the robot, his eyesockets glowing with excitement." I say we get back to it!

"Fell Sans rubs the back of his skull where Papyrus hit him, grumbling slightly." Yeah, yeah... I know the drill. "He turns to look at the robot once more, eyeing it with a mixture of curiosity and caution." You better watch yourself, machine. My brother may seem like a harmless goofball... but when it comes to puzzles and traps, he's a force to be reckoned with. You won't stand a chance against him.

"Fell Sans then quickly follows Papyrus out of the station, looking forward to their next adventure but worried about the danger they might face. He knows that his brother is always eager to take on any challenge, no matter how dangerous, so he braces himself for whatever lies ahead."