Well. Well well welly well well. Someone sounds the way Mettaton feels right now. The way he actually reacted hours earlier, when one moment he'd been stargazing out in the gardens, looking up at the boundless sky and dreaming of a glittering future, and the next...
He's on his way - somewhere, now. He's not sure where. Maybe he'll find his double and give him a good hard kick in the face, in return for all that false hope. Maybe he'll challenge the crocodile guy to round 2. Maybe he'll just go find something to blast into ashes.
But whatever. He takes a detour and follows the sound of hysteria, instead - and oh my, look who it is.
He smiles, sharp and mirthless. (His crown's askew, and the excessively ruffled shirt he's wearing is buttoned up all wrong. He doesn't care. It doesn't matter.) "Had a rough month, darling?"
also suicide cw i guess >_<
He's on his way - somewhere, now. He's not sure where. Maybe he'll find his double and give him a good hard kick in the face, in return for all that false hope. Maybe he'll challenge the crocodile guy to round 2. Maybe he'll just go find something to blast into ashes.
But whatever. He takes a detour and follows the sound of hysteria, instead - and oh my, look who it is.
He smiles, sharp and mirthless. (His crown's askew, and the excessively ruffled shirt he's wearing is buttoned up all wrong. He doesn't care. It doesn't matter.) "Had a rough month, darling?"