living skyward

He'll see said flashy robot tense up, for a second. Not all of Mettaton's memories have been altered. He still remembers his panic that night in the corridor, freezing and babbling in terror and eventually running.

But it's okay. It's okay. He has his powers back, now, no one can take him down that easily.

So he turns, and strikes a pose, leaving a little trail of sparkles as he twirls. "Glamour, darling."