[That's the logical reason. Why would someone research themselves while clearly acting as if there were no relation? It's the simplest answer: it's just a case of having the same name. Nothing so nearly dramatic as mistaken identities, re-imagining yourself, or witness protection.
Except...
Mettaton reaches behind his back again, pulling out a pink book. After flipping through it to verify it's the right one, he hands the diary over to Keats, its most recent addition underlined in green sparkles.
"I'm just Keats, okay? No one else."]
I asked you why that name was so hard for you to talk about. This is what you said.
Between this, how you acted at the office, how you responded to the mirror, and how much you seem to hate your own name, well.
[He shrugs, smiling.]
Honestly, I'm still hoping it's something out of those true crime stories. A mysterious young man disappears, then reappears years later with a new name, pretending to be an Irish journalist to hide his horrible, blood-stained past. [He wiggles his fingers. Ooo, spooky. Ha...] That's way more fun than whatever you're probably hiding under those terrible glasses you're wearing.
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[That's the logical reason. Why would someone research themselves while clearly acting as if there were no relation? It's the simplest answer: it's just a case of having the same name. Nothing so nearly dramatic as mistaken identities, re-imagining yourself, or witness protection.
Except...
Mettaton reaches behind his back again, pulling out a pink book. After flipping through it to verify it's the right one, he hands the diary over to Keats, its most recent addition underlined in green sparkles.
"I'm just Keats, okay? No one else."]
I asked you why that name was so hard for you to talk about. This is what you said.
Between this, how you acted at the office, how you responded to the mirror, and how much you seem to hate your own name, well.
[He shrugs, smiling.]
Honestly, I'm still hoping it's something out of those true crime stories. A mysterious young man disappears, then reappears years later with a new name, pretending to be an Irish journalist to hide his horrible, blood-stained past. [He wiggles his fingers. Ooo, spooky. Ha...] That's way more fun than whatever you're probably hiding under those terrible glasses you're wearing.