Mettaton fights back an urge to scream as those jaws clamp down. He twists in Croc's grip, kicking as hard as he can once his legs are free. He just needs to get away, get enough distance so he can attack properly -
- claws dig into his arms, and he snaps.
"I said get OFF ME!" His voice rises to a shriek, of pain and outrage - how dare this person even be touching him? "Hah - you - you want a taste of me, you disgusting creature? Here it comes!"
And with that, the bombs are back, and something else - little copies of his classic box-shaped form. They drift down from the ceiling, blowing heart-shaped kisses in Croc's general direction as they near the floor. The kisses are, naturally, also bullets.
...and of course, all of this is aimed at Mettaton too. To the extent that he's thinking at all, he's relying on Croc getting hit first. That might not be a safe assumption.
PM'd you but tl;dr: finish him :/ sorry murderbot
- claws dig into his arms, and he snaps.
"I said get OFF ME!" His voice rises to a shriek, of pain and outrage - how dare this person even be touching him? "Hah - you - you want a taste of me, you disgusting creature? Here it comes!"
And with that, the bombs are back, and something else - little copies of his classic box-shaped form. They drift down from the ceiling, blowing heart-shaped kisses in Croc's general direction as they near the floor. The kisses are, naturally, also bullets.
...and of course, all of this is aimed at Mettaton too. To the extent that he's thinking at all, he's relying on Croc getting hit first. That might not be a safe assumption.