[The sound of the chain moving finally gets Asriel to stop ripping into his arm, his vision fading in and out. But after a few, agonizing long moments, he finally sees Mettaton being lifted up.
He's okay... well, at the very least, safe from being melted.
There's a high pitched whine of pain as Asriel tries pulling his teeth out, opening his mouth in a loud gasp. What's left of his hand crumbles into dust, leaving behind a stump of an arm. The awful taste of dust fills his mouth as he tries to force himself to breathe again.
Sharp, white hot pain throbs through his arm. But it's not over yet, there's still that syringe...
He needs a few moments before he can attempt that though. He uses his good arm to find something to keep himself from collapsing to his knees. He opens his mouth to say something... all that comes out is a strained, painful noise a wounded animal would make.]
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He's okay... well, at the very least, safe from being melted.
There's a high pitched whine of pain as Asriel tries pulling his teeth out, opening his mouth in a loud gasp. What's left of his hand crumbles into dust, leaving behind a stump of an arm. The awful taste of dust fills his mouth as he tries to force himself to breathe again.
Sharp, white hot pain throbs through his arm. But it's not over yet, there's still that syringe...
He needs a few moments before he can attempt that though. He uses his good arm to find something to keep himself from collapsing to his knees. He opens his mouth to say something... all that comes out is a strained, painful noise a wounded animal would make.]