[Asriel can't answer him, it'd require him removing his teeth. His can barely see the beaker but... it's not quite there yet. His chest aches in despair, knowing that this pain isn't over yet.
The screams die off, soft moans of pain and sobbing echoing through the room. He's bit and chewed through his arm enough to reach bone, but he keeps jerking and pulling anyway.
His hand is close to being separated from his wrist.
Asriel desperately wants to beg that he can pass out from this, but then Mettaton would die...]
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The screams die off, soft moans of pain and sobbing echoing through the room. He's bit and chewed through his arm enough to reach bone, but he keeps jerking and pulling anyway.
His hand is close to being separated from his wrist.
Asriel desperately wants to beg that he can pass out from this, but then Mettaton would die...]