[Mettaton is silent for a while, though he did hear Asriel. He's not sure what to say to that, and the more time that passes, the less he wants to reopen his eye.
His SOUL spills to the bottom of his core container, but rather than slide out like an amorphous puddle, it clings to his body, seeking purchase like a parasite. He lets out a quiet groan--somehow, despite losing all form, his SOUL is still a part of his body.
Alphys had done such a good job integrating his magic. He was never going to leave this body. And this body was never going to leave him.
The shining segments of his arms begin to blur and vanish as his robotic body slowly starts to lose its form. Even so, he speaks. He forces the words out.]
no subject
His SOUL spills to the bottom of his core container, but rather than slide out like an amorphous puddle, it clings to his body, seeking purchase like a parasite. He lets out a quiet groan--somehow, despite losing all form, his SOUL is still a part of his body.
Alphys had done such a good job integrating his magic. He was never going to leave this body. And this body was never going to leave him.
The shining segments of his arms begin to blur and vanish as his robotic body slowly starts to lose its form. Even so, he speaks. He forces the words out.]
I'm not going to kill you...
If we die...we die togetherrrrr....