The smile was almost better. Mettaton can't believe he's thinking that, couldn't have imagined anything worse than that mocking grin on his captor's face as he pinned Mettaton to the ground. But somehow that bored indifference is more terrifying. He's not even a person anymore to this human. Just a noisy machine.
His body steps forward and he tries, he tries to fling himself backward instead, to stumble and trip, to do anything else. To get out of his body altogether, maybe, break his bond with it, is that even possible? It would break his heart to lose it, but who cares -?
It's a moot question, anyway. Nothing happens, except what he's told to do. The best he can manage is to force out a glitching, staticky "- s-sorry -" as he's moved toward the real Barnaby. An apology for whatever's coming next.
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Date: 2017-10-14 11:06 pm (UTC)His body steps forward and he tries, he tries to fling himself backward instead, to stumble and trip, to do anything else. To get out of his body altogether, maybe, break his bond with it, is that even possible? It would break his heart to lose it, but who cares -?
It's a moot question, anyway. Nothing happens, except what he's told to do. The best he can manage is to force out a glitching, staticky "- s-sorry -" as he's moved toward the real Barnaby. An apology for whatever's coming next.