It's a strange calm; divorced from the anger from earlier. This is cold-blooded. Reptilian, even. He flips them over until Mettaton is on top; his hindclaws fix in the grooves between Mettaton's hips and legs and pushes, shearing his lower half clean off should Mettaton's joinings be weak enough, or Croc's legs be strong enough-- he's not picky. As long as he succeeds.
He's missed the heart, in any way, and he's not hitting the switch on Mettaton's back, or accidentally.
He then levers Mettaton off of him, feral laugh edging in on a growl.
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croc & i chanting: DEATH DEATH DEATH
Date: 2016-09-16 02:47 pm (UTC)It's a strange calm; divorced from the anger from earlier. This is cold-blooded. Reptilian, even. He flips them over until Mettaton is on top; his hindclaws fix in the grooves between Mettaton's hips and legs and pushes, shearing his lower half clean off should Mettaton's joinings be weak enough, or Croc's legs be strong enough-- he's not picky. As long as he succeeds.
He's missed the heart, in any way, and he's not hitting the switch on Mettaton's back, or accidentally.
He then levers Mettaton off of him, feral laugh edging in on a growl.
"How's that for getting offa you?"