Mettaton freezes in place when he hears the footsteps. He knows the sound of those heels. Of course he does. One of his favourite sounds in the world when it's coming from him, but when it's not...
He looks up, a big, bright, utterly false smile plastered on his face, as the other robot stops walking. This... this is the new one. Must be. The other one wouldn't be able to keep the sneer out of his voice, and oh, that would be so much easier to deal with. He wants to laugh. He wants to scream. He wants to blast his double into oblivion.
He doesn't do any of that. He keeps on smiling, sharp and strained. "Well, we wouldn't want that, would we, beautiful?"
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he's not actually missing half his face any more btw. it's just this icon
Date: 2017-02-27 07:43 am (UTC)He looks up, a big, bright, utterly false smile plastered on his face, as the other robot stops walking. This... this is the new one. Must be. The other one wouldn't be able to keep the sneer out of his voice, and oh, that would be so much easier to deal with. He wants to laugh. He wants to scream. He wants to blast his double into oblivion.
He doesn't do any of that. He keeps on smiling, sharp and strained. "Well, we wouldn't want that, would we, beautiful?"