That's what gaining EXP does, that's what having a high LOVE, does, in the name of "justice", clover degraded their own humanity, until nothing was left of it but a shell that knows nothing other than hurting others,while frisk didnt need to choose ,for clover, they have their "justified target"
Martlet collapsed as the shrapnel met its target. Her left wing folded as she tumbeled to the rooftop, mere inches away from the edge. "You..." Martlet coughed as she leaned over, instinctively protecting her left wing. Clover - his upper face obscured by his wide brimmed hat - approached at a steady pace, his boots making a metallic noise as his spare ammunition rattled around inside. He aimed once again, the iron sights trained on her right wing this time before she could escape - but as his index finger curled around the trigger, an empty click sound echoed throughout the rooftops, contrasting with the otherwise silent atmosphere. *'Chamber's empty. Clover's inner monolouge barely registered in his mind. His fingertips - which had gone numb, whether that was due to the breeze that enveloped him and Martlet or psychological disassociation he couldn't tell - twitched. He reloaded just one round into the chamber, the metal cylinder making a satisfying click as he did so. *Just one round is all it takes. He closed the disance. Martlet slowely raised her head to face what resembled a boy - and maybe before whatever happened in his personal life that motivated him to commit such an atrocity, he once was - but as far as she was concerned, was now the Judge, Jury and Executioner of Mankind. She expexted to see a devilish grin across his face, his teeth resembling fangs in the neon lights of the city - or maybe she'd hear a victorious laugh escaping his lips as he took in his victory. But there was nothing. No celebration. No taunts. His expression was borderline unreadable, a teastament to how much of himself he had abandoned in his pursuit of retribution. He raised his weapon, the sights trained between her eyes. It occured to Martlet that she had never heard Clover utter a single world. Maybe he was the quiet type. Or maybe... "Where are they." His voice was oddly mature and calculating, especially for a boy of his age. His tone was final and imperative -the sentence structured like a question but presented more like a command. "Asgore..." The word tumbled out of her beak unconsciously. Before she could realize her mistake, Clover nodded in confirmation. Just as he was going to finish her off, he hesitated. "Why... haven't you..." Clover ignored her, his mind conflicted. *Is this really Just? He looked at his weapon - its stainless finish familiar despite only having obtained the revolver earlier that very same day - then to his opponent. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breathe before letting the cool air escape his lungs. The posters of the missing children fashed across his mind, their naïvely optimistic expressions contrasting with the strange circumstances surrounding their respective disappearances at the hands of Mt Ebott. *How dare they. *But... *Am I missing the point? Or maybe I should finish what I started... does that make me as bad as them. Maybe... maybe not.* His gaze turned back to his weapon. The round he had chambered patiently waited for him to make a decision. He thought for a moment, then decided.
finally. a worthy opponent. This is the end. But it was too easy. She was needed. martlet. Just a sparrow, but DETERMINATION can give her a chance. The time has come .
![RETRIBUTION - Undertale YELLOW - [COVER]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/RzqedJ1Afu8/mqdefault.jpg)
art and remix by me
Vary amazing and extraordinary.
I love how inhuman Clover looks here. Remix gives me that impression too.
That's what gaining EXP does, that's what having a high LOVE, does, in the name of "justice", clover degraded their own humanity, until nothing was left of it but a shell that knows nothing other than hurting others,while frisk didnt need to choose ,for clover, they have their "justified target"
Martlet collapsed as the shrapnel met its target. Her left wing folded as she tumbeled to the rooftop, mere inches away from the edge.
"You..."
Martlet coughed as she leaned over, instinctively protecting her left wing. Clover - his upper face obscured by his wide brimmed hat - approached at a steady pace, his boots making a metallic noise as his spare ammunition rattled around inside. He aimed once again, the iron sights trained on her right wing this time before she could escape - but as his index finger curled around the trigger, an empty click sound echoed throughout the rooftops, contrasting with the otherwise silent atmosphere.
*'Chamber's empty.
Clover's inner monolouge barely registered in his mind. His fingertips - which had gone numb, whether that was due to the breeze that enveloped him and Martlet or psychological disassociation he couldn't tell - twitched. He reloaded just one round into the chamber, the metal cylinder making a satisfying click as he did so.
*Just one round is all it takes.
He closed the disance. Martlet slowely raised her head to face what resembled a boy - and maybe before whatever happened in his personal life that motivated him to commit such an atrocity, he once was - but as far as she was concerned, was now the Judge, Jury and Executioner of Mankind. She expexted to see a devilish grin across his face, his teeth resembling fangs in the neon lights of the city - or maybe she'd hear a victorious laugh escaping his lips as he took in his victory. But there was nothing. No celebration. No taunts. His expression was borderline unreadable, a teastament to how much of himself he had abandoned in his pursuit of retribution.
He raised his weapon, the sights trained between her eyes. It occured to Martlet that she had never heard Clover utter a single world. Maybe he was the quiet type. Or maybe...
"Where are they."
His voice was oddly mature and calculating, especially for a boy of his age. His tone was final and imperative -the sentence structured like a question but presented more like a command.
"Asgore..."
The word tumbled out of her beak unconsciously. Before she could realize her mistake, Clover nodded in confirmation. Just as he was going to finish her off, he hesitated.
"Why... haven't you..."
Clover ignored her, his mind conflicted.
*Is this really Just?
He looked at his weapon - its stainless finish familiar despite only having obtained the revolver earlier that very same day - then to his opponent.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breathe before letting the cool air escape his lungs. The posters of the missing children fashed across his mind, their naïvely optimistic expressions contrasting with the strange circumstances surrounding their respective disappearances at the hands of Mt Ebott.
*How dare they.
*But...
*Am I missing the point? Or maybe I should finish what I started... does that make me as bad as them. Maybe... maybe not.*
His gaze turned back to his weapon. The round he had chambered patiently waited for him to make a decision. He thought for a moment, then decided.
This is genuinely an good ass cover,keep it up man
UHM, PEAK????????
This might truly be UNDERTALE but like YELLOW
* It's "kill or be killed"
* What's the matter? Don't like your own rules?
* See the enemy in front of me
* Human, now you face an epiphany
dude both the art and remix is amazing. I hope you get more recognition for this
PEAK MUSIC
totaly peak ngl
petaly toak ngl
Song when I have to face Clover after they finished Vengance route (I need to beat the shit out of them for killing my precious Martlet)
CLOVER BLAST!
finally. a worthy opponent.
This is the end. But it was too easy. She was needed. martlet. Just a sparrow, but DETERMINATION can give her a chance. The time has come .
This Is Very Nice Cover.
Clover looks possessed 💀💀
good
Please anyone else like this video he deserves it for making an epic remix
* this isn't really Justice anymore, is it?
Maybe it never was
Its Retribution!
😳👌
Is it just me or do i hear Interstellar Ascension?
Bro, I think you should use sforzando, NES VST and ReValver