Mettaton steps cautiously into the room, bracing himself for - he doesn't know what. Gaster looks ...fine, mostly.
So did Shyren's sister, he remembers. One day she was fine, the next she was lying there motionless, alive in that she wasn't dust yet but already gone.
"Hello." The word catches in his mouth. He swallows. "...how are you feeling?"
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Date: 2017-10-06 10:56 pm (UTC)So did Shyren's sister, he remembers. One day she was fine, the next she was lying there motionless, alive in that she wasn't dust yet but already gone.
"Hello." The word catches in his mouth. He swallows. "...how are you feeling?"