[This is the worst thing. This is terrible. This is a no-good, horrible, very bad thing. Especially since, knowing Mettaton, he is definitely going to take "monstrous souls" the wrong way and think he's out there murdering creatures for the fun of it.]
The Folks, they're these...wild things. They're not sentient or intelligent. They're just the remnants of dead human souls twisted by magic into things that act on pure whim.
[He's lying a little, because he knows of a few, a very select few, that have shown sentience.]
My powers, they...require that I have to absorb the essence of the Folks. Their Id, so to speak. And I can use their abilities by accessing the Ids inside of me.
[He sighs.]
Look, I'm not a murderer, okay? They're already dead. In a way, it's almost like helping them pass on. I didn't choose to have these kinds of abilities.
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The Folks, they're these...wild things. They're not sentient or intelligent. They're just the remnants of dead human souls twisted by magic into things that act on pure whim.
[He's lying a little, because he knows of a few, a very select few, that have shown sentience.]
My powers, they...require that I have to absorb the essence of the Folks. Their Id, so to speak. And I can use their abilities by accessing the Ids inside of me.
[He sighs.]
Look, I'm not a murderer, okay? They're already dead. In a way, it's almost like helping them pass on. I didn't choose to have these kinds of abilities.