[Ha. Buzzkill. Apparently not everyone can savor the flavor that is Mettaton's presence.
...but Mr. Andersen keeps talking, and Mettaton's smile starts to twist into something plastic and somber. Comprised of magic. The manifestation of something left behind. Someone who isn't really who their memories tell them they are. For a moment, and despite the smile, his mind obviously goes elsewhere.
It sounds like Keats.
How depressing.
But this is Mettaton, and it doesn't take long for him to bounce back with the practiced ease and grace of any actor. He beams, exuding awe. Andersen seems pleased with his lot in life - why shouldn't Mettaton?] A noble goal as any!! Well, I may not fit the bill, but here's hoping you spare a little care to your fellow robot.
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...but Mr. Andersen keeps talking, and Mettaton's smile starts to twist into something plastic and somber. Comprised of magic. The manifestation of something left behind. Someone who isn't really who their memories tell them they are. For a moment, and despite the smile, his mind obviously goes elsewhere.
It sounds like Keats.
How depressing.
But this is Mettaton, and it doesn't take long for him to bounce back with the practiced ease and grace of any actor. He beams, exuding awe. Andersen seems pleased with his lot in life - why shouldn't Mettaton?] A noble goal as any!! Well, I may not fit the bill, but here's hoping you spare a little care to your fellow robot.