[The strangers gets as far as his name before the smug look on Mettaton's face crumples into shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth, ready to say something. Hans Christian Andersen. That. That's too on-the-nose to be a coincidence, isn't it? That's too... What? That's his name? That's his name and he's an author and he wrote the Little Mermaid and he's talking to Mettaton and
...the noise that comes out of Mettaton's speaker can most accurately be described as an ungreased hinge being forced to open a long-rusted door. It's an offended and pained shrill note that lacks any sort of coherency or reason.]
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He reaches forward and pats Mr. Andersen on the head. Thank you.]
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[The strangers gets as far as his name before the smug look on Mettaton's face crumples into shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth, ready to say something. Hans Christian Andersen. That. That's too on-the-nose to be a coincidence, isn't it? That's too... What? That's his name? That's his name and he's an author and he wrote the Little Mermaid and he's talking to Mettaton and
...the noise that comes out of Mettaton's speaker can most accurately be described as an ungreased hinge being forced to open a long-rusted door. It's an offended and pained shrill note that lacks any sort of coherency or reason.]
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He reaches forward and pats Mr. Andersen on the head. Thank you.]