[Why is he being so defensive about this...? Aww... Aww! He's gonna punch this nerd in his arm.]
You did come to rescue me, you...
[Uh. Why isn't his hand moving?
...why have the noises from inside the staff's lounge gotten so much louder?
Distracted from punch duty, Mettaton turns his head to where he left his hand last: the door. What is... Oh.
Oh no.]
..........
[He's smiling, but it's the sort of SOULless smile you'd make after punching a hole through a goddamn door holding zombies behind it and now you can't move your hand back out of the hole because then what Mettaton you-!!!
He can't even meet Keats' eyes right now. This floor is by far the most interesting thing in the world.]
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You did come to rescue me, you...
[Uh. Why isn't his hand moving?
...why have the noises from inside the staff's lounge gotten so much louder?
Distracted from punch duty, Mettaton turns his head to where he left his hand last: the door. What is... Oh.
Oh no.]
..........
[He's smiling, but it's the sort of SOULless smile you'd make after punching a hole through a goddamn door holding zombies behind it and now you can't move your hand back out of the hole because then what Mettaton you-!!!
He can't even meet Keats' eyes right now. This floor is by far the most interesting thing in the world.]