Mettaton will be furious with himself, later, for not reacting fast enough. But when 'Barnaby' steps away, the relief as that tension in the air eases slightly delays his realisation that there's something very wrong in the human's words. Not until the door clicks shut is it clear to him just how much trouble he's in.
He could blast the door open, but not with not-Barnaby standing right in front of it. (My brother is here - not an alternate-timeline double, an actual twin.) He won't stand a chance against a human this powerful in EX form, with his damaged core. The switch on his back is accessible even under the layers of fabric, he made sure of that, but if the human sees him reaching for it - if he makes any sudden movements -
He doesn't want to die again. He especially doesn't want to die in this room. He can live without ever going into the library again, but don't let him lose this one.
He sits up, taking it slowly, lowering his feet back to the floor with a feigned casualness that he knows won't be fooling the human for a second. But the longer he plays this game, the longer he can put off the inevitable. Keep talking. Try to catch him off-guard. It's all the plan he has.
"Oh, I see. Well, don't you worry, beautiful, my lips are sealed." He makes a little zipping motion across them to demonstrate. "I know how it is, having - copies wandering around. So awkward."
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Date: 2017-05-14 10:15 pm (UTC)He could blast the door open, but not with not-Barnaby standing right in front of it. (My brother is here - not an alternate-timeline double, an actual twin.) He won't stand a chance against a human this powerful in EX form, with his damaged core. The switch on his back is accessible even under the layers of fabric, he made sure of that, but if the human sees him reaching for it - if he makes any sudden movements -
He doesn't want to die again. He especially doesn't want to die in this room. He can live without ever going into the library again, but don't let him lose this one.
He sits up, taking it slowly, lowering his feet back to the floor with a feigned casualness that he knows won't be fooling the human for a second. But the longer he plays this game, the longer he can put off the inevitable. Keep talking. Try to catch him off-guard. It's all the plan he has.
"Oh, I see. Well, don't you worry, beautiful, my lips are sealed." He makes a little zipping motion across them to demonstrate. "I know how it is, having - copies wandering around. So awkward."