[Can you tell what game we're playing, Keats-darling?
Mettaton's since turned his back to the other again, seemingly gone to comforting the rest of the group. There's a muffled discussion for a moment, peppered with the usual, sad encouragement, before the crowd seems to get settled into staring at him.
And now he's singing.]
Nothing's gonna harm you Not while I'm around Nothing's gonna harm you No sir, not while I'm around Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays I'll send them howling, I don't care, I've got ways
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[Can you tell what game we're playing, Keats-darling?
Mettaton's since turned his back to the other again, seemingly gone to comforting the rest of the group. There's a muffled discussion for a moment, peppered with the usual, sad encouragement, before the crowd seems to get settled into staring at him.
And now he's singing.]
Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
No sir, not while I'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays
I'll send them howling, I don't care, I've got ways