screeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

and then

the worst sounds to ever come from a living being. Mettaton has listened to all sorts of horrible sound effects. Foley and all that ADR nonsense, darling. But this...

Oh god, this is never going to end. Did his charger failing actually kill him? Because he's in hell. He didn't think hell existed or that he deserved to go there, but here he is.

In it.

Honestly, he never even noticed his own magic going off; he's much too focused on pretending to be offline and ignoring every noise out of Sans' disgusting mouth. But the coolant surrounding his core his boiling, sparks are beginning to shoot from his empty arm-sockets, and the onslaught of gray attacks are beginning to become... personal.

i'M FINE i'm fiNE I'M
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD
ARE YOU JUST HERE TO TORTURE ME
CAN'T YOU JUST SHUT UP
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
I'M JUST TRYING TO WORK
I'M JUST TRYING TO SURVIVE
I AM REALLY NOT FEELING UP THIS RIGHT NOW
WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE A GAME TO YOU
JUST STOP IT
STOP IT
STOP BEING SUCH A SELF-CENTERED SELFISH ASSHOLE FOR FIVE SECONDS
JUST SHUT UP!!!!!