[One arm slides out of the bindings that hold Mettaton tight. It's so easy...like he has no wiring, no circuitry keeping him solid and grounded.
It's fine. This is okay, because it doesn't hurt. It doesn't really feel like much, does it. It...it kind of hurts, but he can't really conceptualize it right now. Everything's...blurring.
The arm that slid out of its trappings reaches out, stretching further than perhaps it should, even considering his arms are extendable. It doesn't extend.
It spreads and seeps into Asriel's hand, like a pool of lava coalescing around a barely-solid rock.]
Mmh...I didn't want this...
I'm frightened.
[No point in lying, and he soon slips out of the other restraint, dropping to the ground with a heavy, unsettlingly liquid thud.]
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It's fine. This is okay, because it doesn't hurt. It doesn't really feel like much, does it. It...it kind of hurts, but he can't really conceptualize it right now. Everything's...blurring.
The arm that slid out of its trappings reaches out, stretching further than perhaps it should, even considering his arms are extendable. It doesn't extend.
It spreads and seeps into Asriel's hand, like a pool of lava coalescing around a barely-solid rock.]
Mmh...I didn't want this...
I'm frightened.
[No point in lying, and he soon slips out of the other restraint, dropping to the ground with a heavy, unsettlingly liquid thud.]