[The more time that passes, the less like himself Mettaton begins to feel. He definitely feels...stronger? But there's something about him that feels...wrong too.
Like he's not...real.
He shakes it off, focusing on Asriel.]
What is it...?
[He asks the question, but his voice feels thick and heavy. He's tired, he's aching...focus is becoming just a little bit harder and although he can't see it--maybe for the better--his SOUL has become unnervingly opaque and the edges are starting to blur and lose form...]
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Like he's not...real.
He shakes it off, focusing on Asriel.]
What is it...?
[He asks the question, but his voice feels thick and heavy. He's tired, he's aching...focus is becoming just a little bit harder and although he can't see it--maybe for the better--his SOUL has become unnervingly opaque and the edges are starting to blur and lose form...]