[Mettaton stares at Asriel as he says that. He's curious whether the boy's in so much pain that he couldn't remember...
Mettaton has a SOUL.]
It's easy, sweetheart.
[There's a hiss, and the glass which parted Mettaton's core from the open air opened. He shudders, the air feeling unusually chilly against his slowly crumbling SOUL. Dust slips out in a small puff--just whatever had already fallen to the bottom.
There looks to be something...sticking out of the center of his SOUL. Maybe what had been used to injure it? Looks like metal...
Mettaton isn't aware. He can't see his own SOUL like this. All he knows is what's coming.]
Don't hesitate...
[This is going to happen. God, it's going to happen. Mettaton closes his eye, and in his mind he sees piles of ichor formed loosely into strange monsters, pained sounds bleeding all together...
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Mettaton has a SOUL.]
It's easy, sweetheart.
[There's a hiss, and the glass which parted Mettaton's core from the open air opened. He shudders, the air feeling unusually chilly against his slowly crumbling SOUL. Dust slips out in a small puff--just whatever had already fallen to the bottom.
There looks to be something...sticking out of the center of his SOUL. Maybe what had been used to injure it? Looks like metal...
Mettaton isn't aware. He can't see his own SOUL like this. All he knows is what's coming.]
Don't hesitate...
[This is going to happen. God, it's going to happen. Mettaton closes his eye, and in his mind he sees piles of ichor formed loosely into strange monsters, pained sounds bleeding all together...
He's scared.]