And with another step closer, Mettaton recognises exactly what that feeling is. And he's tempted to run all over again, because the last time he felt it was shortly before being dismembered by a rampaging Croc. That's the presence of someone with a lot of LOVE to give, and no hesitations about sharing it.

Wosh u SOUL, he thinks, a little hysterically, and then well, who the hell am I to judge? They can start a support group! Evil Doubles Anonymous. Meet once a week in the ballroom and talk about all your worst decisions over cake.

"Well, darling, you certainly haven't lost your touch!" He takes a seat on a nearby piano bench, elegant legs stretched out along the length of it. Smile, flirt, pose, nothing's wrong. "And yes, that's me! Star of stage and screen, the Underground's number one entertainer -"

And this Barnaby has heard his name before, but wasn't sure of it, and so what Mettaton says next seems to him a completely innocuous question and observation that doesn't imply he knows any unpleasant secrets at all. He has no idea that it's probably sealing his doom. "Am I the first one of me you've met? Sorry, gorgeous, I didn't realise you were new."