[That's where he got his magic from? From other things?
There's. Something intrinsically horrifying in Monster culture about Monsters taking the souls of humans. They turn into something else. Something horrible, something with too much power, something... unmentionable. Yes, Mettaton had every intention of doing that himself, of doing that to poor, merciful Frisk, but. That was different. He was desperate. He was only trying to stop a war.
But a human taking a monster's soul? Or... some sort of amalgamate of human souls...
Mettaton doesn't have much to say out loud. If anything, he just looks pale and uncomfortable as he finally sets the other down, his cloak reflecting his internal monologue.]
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[That's where he got his magic from? From other things?
There's. Something intrinsically horrifying in Monster culture about Monsters taking the souls of humans. They turn into something else. Something horrible, something with too much power, something... unmentionable. Yes, Mettaton had every intention of doing that himself, of doing that to poor, merciful Frisk, but. That was different. He was desperate. He was only trying to stop a war.
But a human taking a monster's soul? Or... some sort of amalgamate of human souls...
Mettaton doesn't have much to say out loud. If anything, he just looks pale and uncomfortable as he finally sets the other down, his cloak reflecting his internal monologue.]
You said you didn't believe in ghosts.