And that reaction is enough unlike Adam that it takes the edge off Mettaton's terror, in turn. Enough for him to think a little more. (Even enough to be dimly aware that if he wasn't so petrified right now, he might feel affronted. Who the hell wouldn't assume they were going to be next, in this situation? What a jerk. What oddly familiar behaviour.)
He's not moving away from the wall, though. The wall is keeping him from collapsing into a trembling heap. It's a good wall.
"What -" he begins, as he lets his gaze shift to the body on the floor. The first thing he sees is there's not enough blood, not human blood, human blood is bright bright red and there is far too much of it -
- then he realises exactly who he's looking at, thankfully before his mind has time to shut down again. The dark clothes, the grey skin. Understanding dawns on his face.
"...oh."
A good person wouldn't think well, you're not wrong, darling, would they? As if there was any doubt that he's the furthest thing from one.
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Date: 2017-06-23 10:59 pm (UTC)What oddly familiar behaviour.)He's not moving away from the wall, though. The wall is keeping him from collapsing into a trembling heap. It's a good wall.
"What -" he begins, as he lets his gaze shift to the body on the floor. The first thing he sees is there's not enough blood, not human blood, human blood is bright bright red and there is far too much of it -
- then he realises exactly who he's looking at, thankfully before his mind has time to shut down again. The dark clothes, the grey skin. Understanding dawns on his face.
"...oh."
A good person wouldn't think well, you're not wrong, darling, would they? As if there was any doubt that he's the furthest thing from one.