Mettaton hears the yell and braces himself for another shot - it'll be fine, he can take another hit, he just has to get out of this room and then maybe he can lose the human somewhere in the halls -
- he isn't prepared for the grip around his wheel.
His internal stabilisers do their best, but fantastic as they normally are, he's going far too fast to stop.
He spins round on his pivot, hands grasping at the air in a frantic attempt to find purchase on nothing. It would probably look comical, to an outside observer who couldn't hear the terrified, staticky shriek he lets out as he does it. Or the awful metallic clash as he hits the floor.
And then he's lying on his back staring up at the
monster not-a-monster on top of him pinning him down claws raking at him pulling him apart closing tight around his core around his SOUL
ceiling of the music room. His display is solid red. If he had eyes right now, they'd be unfocused, gazing horrified into nothing.
He has to get up.
His hands push against the floor, but they're shaking too badly to do anything useful at the moment. Even if they weren't, getting upright again in this form is an awkward process. It would take time he doesn't have.
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excuse the icon. he's making that face on the inside
Date: 2017-05-27 11:22 pm (UTC)- he isn't prepared for the grip around his wheel.
His internal stabilisers do their best, but fantastic as they normally are, he's going far too fast to stop.
He spins round on his pivot, hands grasping at the air in a frantic attempt to find purchase on nothing. It would probably look comical, to an outside observer who couldn't hear the terrified, staticky shriek he lets out as he does it. Or the awful metallic clash as he hits the floor.
And then he's lying on his back staring up at the
monster not-a-monster on top of him pinning him down claws raking at him pulling him apart closing tight around his core around his SOUL
ceiling of the music room. His display is solid red. If he had eyes right now, they'd be unfocused, gazing horrified into nothing.
He has to get up.
His hands push against the floor, but they're shaking too badly to do anything useful at the moment. Even if they weren't, getting upright again in this form is an awkward process. It would take time he doesn't have.
It's over.
The human has him right where he wants him.