So much for bargaining. Mettaton feels a little sick with himself for even trying. He makes a point of not crying out as his other hand's impaled, denying this creature at least that one small pleasure.
And then he's alone.
He can't have long. Not-Barnaby wouldn't have left him alone if there was any risk of him being rescued.
Get up get up get up. He has to try, at least.
He retracts his wheel and tries to raise his upper body from the floor again, tipping himself upright. But his arms can't lift him more than a few inches before the pain in his hands stops him, delicate mechanisms inside them catching on the bows. If he tries too hard he'll tear them apart, he's sure. If he uses his legs as well and extends his arms maybe he can sit up but then he'd still be pinned down, if he were in EX form he could pull out the bows with his teeth but he can't change back like this -
- this can't be happening. There's got to be a way out please let there be a way out of this what did he do wrong -
Footsteps outside, and that chill in the air. He lets himself drop back to the floor, realising a moment too late that the clash as he hits the ground will give away what he's been trying to do. But it doesn't matter. No matter what he does, he doubts there's any real way he can make this less painful.
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Date: 2017-06-16 10:41 pm (UTC)And then he's alone.
He can't have long. Not-Barnaby wouldn't have left him alone if there was any risk of him being rescued.
Get up get up get up. He has to try, at least.
He retracts his wheel and tries to raise his upper body from the floor again, tipping himself upright. But his arms can't lift him more than a few inches before the pain in his hands stops him, delicate mechanisms inside them catching on the bows. If he tries too hard he'll tear them apart, he's sure. If he uses his legs as well and extends his arms maybe he can sit up but then he'd still be pinned down, if he were in EX form he could pull out the bows with his teeth but he can't change back like this -
- this can't be happening. There's got to be a way out please let there be a way out of this what did he do wrong -
Footsteps outside, and that chill in the air. He lets himself drop back to the floor, realising a moment too late that the clash as he hits the ground will give away what he's been trying to do. But it doesn't matter. No matter what he does, he doubts there's any real way he can make this less painful.