I WON AT WHAT COST? (ULTRAKILL One-shot)

[Dpgames177]

It had everything planned out, the throne room climax, the escape plan through the wall if things turned to the worst and it yet again underestimated their power, every strategy, predicament and training down to the core of its processors

But nearly none of it was even required in the end, to say V1 was slacking in comparison to their first match way up in Limbo would be a understatement

Whatever it'd be it came overprepared, was outclassing them in superior hardware, if V1 was running low on the way here or if all three contributed to a pitifully easy battle, so easy it didn't fulfill any satisfaction and only left an empty, hollow feeling in its core

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The throne room was of-course in ruin given what would happen when you put two petty and spiteful machines with heavy arsenals that would make Swordsmachine's weep, pillars torn, streams and ribbons of crimson painting the dust-colored walls of the throne room, the smell of residue firearms, scorched metal, the copper of blood would be nauseating to any living being, but non-existent to the V Series of hardware

And in two, flickering with sparks and coated in dust, cracked plating of chipped blue, lies what remains of the existence of the V1 of Combat-Line of Machinery, well, V1

V2 has been pacing the remanent of its predecessor, and to its knowledge, its entire kind for what? Minutes? Hours? It didn't kept count, didn't need to, what reason would that serve? For who? No one who had any intrigue in the V-series is alive, any and all fascination in Killing Machines and Peacekeepers died with humanity

"Why do you torture me like this?" V2 spat, abruptly stopping in place. "Was this.. All of this some sick game too you?" V2 asked the scrap heap, it knew it wouldn't get an answer, nor one it would like, it would be better off talking to the walls

"You wanna know what they called me?" V2 asked, it bowed its head down slightly to the heap. "The Peacekeeper", and now what am I now, V1?" It throw its arms wide, gesturing at the violent aftermath surrounding it. "War Machine? Killing Machine? Whatever disgusting title you extremist take pride in? The thought alone would've made me shiver back..."

It paused mid tirade, clenching its Whiplash hand in shame, it was made to keep peace, now, the Peacekeeper became what it swore to keep at bay. "I admired you, Predecessor..." V2 admitted, jerking its head to the left, the voice module coming more softer, almost reverent. "Your speed... Your boldness, how you can do all of... This without a silver of shame..." It looked back at the heap, this isn't what it wanted, didn't want it to come to this, least if it failed, it wouldn't have to live with the shame, the shame of killing the only being, living or not, that was... Family? Kinship? What word did machine's have or could use that human's used for family? Strained and created in different era's of time, sure. But they still looked identical, were made by the same manufacturer, of the same series, they were called the V-Series

"You know what... Forget it, you would've ripped me apart and felt nothing..." V2 conceded weakly, it looked down at the heap a final time, all that was left was the upper torso, head and its Knuckleblaster, it grimaced at it, least the closest a machine could to such a facial expression, before leaning back down and reclaiming what was once its

"Congrats, brother, you've turned me into what I feared most..."

With that, V2 turned back, facing that 'escape plan' wall, leading down to the sunken, depths of Wrath