Ordinarily, that Mettaton asked that question, sincerely surprised, might have defused things a little, but today is a perfect storm of bad decisions for both of them because Chara is in fight-or-flight mode and is therefore running on pure instinct, only picking up tone and the condescension in it, and the identifying crown.
Their blood is boiling - it seals off their throat, chokes out words. They get to their feet as fast as possible (perhaps another clue that might ordinarily have suggested that things were not as they appeared under more levelheaded circumstances), smiling at him as he spreads his arms wide and their SOUL is exposed.
The arrogance. Memory flashes - music, the stage-lights are flaring, I'll be forced to show you my true form.
Black and red magic coils up their weapon from grip to tip (they hate it, they hate it like everything about them, but it's useful) and they thrust the sharpened point forward right at the cracked area of his SOUL, the scent of weakness all over the area.
They're ball of anger and pain, right now, lashing out, and they hate him. They want him to hurt. No thought, just sentiment - no reasoning that this is too easy, might be a trap. It wasn't last time.
He can probably feel it in the strike - 20ATK at LV1 is still nothing to be sneezed at, when applied with this much animosity.
And then their eyes widen, because as much as they want him to suffer, they for their own reasons don't want to kill. As far as they're concerned, they just have, arm freezing halfway through the follow-through. They've only fought Mettaton NEO.
this is going so well
Ordinarily, that Mettaton asked that question, sincerely surprised, might have defused things a little, but today is a perfect storm of bad decisions for both of them because Chara is in fight-or-flight mode and is therefore running on pure instinct, only picking up tone and the condescension in it, and the identifying crown.
Their blood is boiling - it seals off their throat, chokes out words. They get to their feet as fast as possible (perhaps another clue that might ordinarily have suggested that things were not as they appeared under more levelheaded circumstances), smiling at him as he spreads his arms wide and their SOUL is exposed.
The arrogance. Memory flashes - music, the stage-lights are flaring, I'll be forced to show you my true form.
Black and red magic coils up their weapon from grip to tip (they hate it, they hate it like everything about them, but it's useful) and they thrust the sharpened point forward right at the cracked area of his SOUL, the scent of weakness all over the area.
They're ball of anger and pain, right now, lashing out, and they hate him. They want him to hurt. No thought, just sentiment - no reasoning that this is too easy, might be a trap. It wasn't last time.
He can probably feel it in the strike - 20ATK at LV1 is still nothing to be sneezed at, when applied with this much animosity.
And then their eyes widen, because as much as they want him to suffer, they for their own reasons don't want to kill. As far as they're concerned, they just have, arm freezing halfway through the follow-through. They've only fought Mettaton NEO.
They're expecting a fragile one-hit-wonder.