- oh god yes please give him another chance he'll do anything -
- no, he won't!
Mettaton hisses through clenched teeth, finally willing those shameful tears away. He isn't going to play along with this sick little game. He isn't going to debase himself again to earn the ever so generous reward of not being mutilated -
- is he?
He's so, so terrified. As proud and as stubborn as he is (and he's not nearly as proud of himself as he used to be) he can feel himself buckling under the strain of it. He is going to break, isn't he. One way or the other. He's no Undyne. And even she came apart in the end, didn't she?
"A-and how - would I prove - that I've earned it?" As if that's even a real question. As if the human can't keep on finding new hoops to make him jump through, one after another. Twisting reality with his words. Mettaton can see the trap he's been led into.
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- no, he won't!
Mettaton hisses through clenched teeth, finally willing those shameful tears away. He isn't going to play along with this sick little game. He isn't going to debase himself again to earn the ever so generous reward of not being mutilated -
- is he?
He's so, so terrified. As proud and as stubborn as he is (and he's not nearly as proud of himself as he used to be) he can feel himself buckling under the strain of it. He is going to break, isn't he. One way or the other. He's no Undyne. And even she came apart in the end, didn't she?
"A-and how - would I prove - that I've earned it?" As if that's even a real question. As if the human can't keep on finding new hoops to make him jump through, one after another. Twisting reality with his words. Mettaton can see the trap he's been led into.
He just can't find his way out of it.