Oh my god. Oh my god, Mettaton is going to scream. There's just no end to this, is there? What was he supposed to do? Nothing, right?? There was nothing he could have possibly done aside from doing nothing for this to end up okay!! He couldn't get mad! He couldn't be miserable!! He couldn't even imagine the hell that would come if he were to be happy!!!
YOU THINK I DON'T ALREADY BLAME MYSELF?!! He's so mad. He's so mad he's shaking. The coolant around his core is bubbling again. The words are shaking just as hard. It's like the emotions are just leaking out without any control. YOU THINK I HAVEN'T BEEN WORKING MYSELF TO DEATH FOR MONTHS TRYING TO FORGET THAT HE LEFT ME BECAUSE OF ME BUT I CAN'T I CAN'T FORGET BECAUSE NONE OF YOU WILL LET ME ALL ANY OF YOU EVER DO IS TELL ME HOW HORRIBLE I AM AND I
There are hands on him. Mettaton flinches, instinctively reactivating his eyes and trying to twist himself away from an oncoming attack. Without any limbs, it doesn't do much. He can barely even keep himself from seeing San's...
miserable expression.
...despite all the hollering, he... Mettaton wasn't expecting an apology. He wasn't expecting Sans to actually feel any sort of remorse, none the less actually show it. He's spent so long bottling his emotions that suddenly having them validated instead of thrown back at him is...
He doesn't know what to do with it. Well, he was already crying. Some useless croak sounds out of his speakers as he tilts his head down in an attempt to cover his face with his hair.
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YOU THINK I DON'T ALREADY BLAME MYSELF?!! He's so mad. He's so mad he's shaking. The coolant around his core is bubbling again. The words are shaking just as hard. It's like the emotions are just leaking out without any control. YOU THINK I HAVEN'T BEEN WORKING MYSELF TO DEATH FOR MONTHS TRYING TO FORGET THAT HE LEFT ME BECAUSE OF ME BUT I CAN'T I CAN'T FORGET BECAUSE NONE OF YOU WILL LET ME ALL ANY OF YOU EVER DO IS TELL ME HOW HORRIBLE I AM AND I
There are hands on him. Mettaton flinches, instinctively reactivating his eyes and trying to twist himself away from an oncoming attack. Without any limbs, it doesn't do much. He can barely even keep himself from seeing San's...
miserable expression.
...despite all the hollering, he... Mettaton wasn't expecting an apology. He wasn't expecting Sans to actually feel any sort of remorse, none the less actually show it. He's spent so long bottling his emotions that suddenly having them validated instead of thrown back at him is...
He doesn't know what to do with it. Well, he was already crying. Some useless croak sounds out of his speakers as he tilts his head down in an attempt to cover his face with his hair.
Don't look at me, I'm a mess.