Of course it's bones!! OF COURSE! What a show, ladies and gentlemen! A real emotional connection! Sans is truly opening his soul - it's all out in the open now!!
Mettaton was already seething, but being trapped brings out even more anger. So maybe he's not saying anything Sans wants to hear, but at least he's being HONEST. At least Mettaton has the decency to tell Sans what's wrong with him to his greasy, stupid fac--
...
There's a moment of silence after that pun rings out.
...Sans just dumped crumbs all over his head. There is salt and grease and crumbs all in his hair. He can feel them sliding onto his face and getting caught in the vents along his cheeks. They're tumbling into the open sockets where his arms are supposed to be.
How. Completely. And utterly. Disrespectful.
It may as well have been pig's blood from the way the robot reacts. Arcs of electricity spew from his core, hitting the bones and forcing them out of existence. Now that he can looks back into that smug, insufferable prick's face, Mettaton stares dead into those eye-sockets.
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Mettaton was already seething, but being trapped brings out even more anger. So maybe he's not saying anything Sans wants to hear, but at least he's being HONEST. At least Mettaton has the decency to tell Sans what's wrong with him to his greasy, stupid fac--
...
There's a moment of silence after that pun rings out.
...Sans just dumped crumbs all over his head. There is salt and grease and crumbs all in his hair. He can feel them sliding onto his face and getting caught in the vents along his cheeks. They're tumbling into the open sockets where his arms are supposed to be.
How. Completely. And utterly. Disrespectful.
It may as well have been pig's blood from the way the robot reacts. Arcs of electricity spew from his core, hitting the bones and forcing them out of existence. Now that he can looks back into that smug, insufferable prick's face, Mettaton stares dead into those eye-sockets.
He cracks a smile.
Here come the bombs.