[Mettaton groans as the electricity fades, forcing his eyes to refocus as soon as he's able. This...this wasn't right. Asriel didn't deserve this, no matter what the tape had said.]
Nnngh, why are you...doing this?
[He murmurs it quietly, still recovering from his stupid stunt. Once he's able to properly see, Mettaton winces.
The beaker's over halfway full of dust, and yet...somehow he doesn't feel relieved about it. Who would, knowing that the only other monster here was sacrificing his arm?]
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Nnngh, why are you...doing this?
[He murmurs it quietly, still recovering from his stupid stunt. Once he's able to properly see, Mettaton winces.
The beaker's over halfway full of dust, and yet...somehow he doesn't feel relieved about it. Who would, knowing that the only other monster here was sacrificing his arm?]
I'm not...worth that kind of trouble...