[As Asriel touches his hand, he can't loosen it. White goo seeps over Mettaton's arm, dripping from Asriel's melting form. His voice comes out scratchy, and it's hard to understand. The words... don't sound much like words anymore.
He's so scared, he doesn't want this...
He reaches forward, wanting to pull Mettaton a little closer. It's hard to tell if he's trying to comfort himself or Mettaton.]
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[As Asriel touches his hand, he can't loosen it. White goo seeps over Mettaton's arm, dripping from Asriel's melting form. His voice comes out scratchy, and it's hard to understand. The words... don't sound much like words anymore.
He's so scared, he doesn't want this...
He reaches forward, wanting to pull Mettaton a little closer. It's hard to tell if he's trying to comfort himself or Mettaton.]
M̖͔̏̌ͅͅͅe͓̭̊̑͂ͅͅt̩͚͎ͯ̽ͅͅt̢̬̂᷇͠ͅͅa̴̼ͣ̃͒ͅͅt̗͖̩́̑ͅͅơ̸̳ͨͯͅͅn̘̥ͧ̔̋ͅͅ,̖͂͒̐ͮͅͅ I̐ͬ᷆ͭ͜ͅͅ c᷈̾ͩͧ͟ͅͅa̧̱̅᷉᷈ͅͅn̡̝᷈̽͝ͅͅ'̘́᷁ͯ̽ͅͅt̝̮̋͘͞ͅͅ ḩ͚ͨ̃̚ͅͅo̧͕ͬ́̍ͅͅl͙̱̥ͩ͊ͅͅď̷̹̱̅̄̽̈͗ͫ᷄ͅͅͅͅ ọ̫̌ͥ͠ͅͅn͖̻̳ͣ́ͅͅ a̳̭̅͗ͭͅͅņ̩᷁͑ͅͅͅy̲̬᷂᷊ͩͅͅm̘̗ͧ͋̈́ͅͅo̝͋ͣ̓̄ͅͅr̰͋̃͜͠ͅͅe͈᷄͒͊͠ͅͅ.̼͕͆̈͡ͅͅ.̬̙͆̋͑ͅͅ.͚̞͌̀̔ͅͅ