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2016-03-19 03:44 am (UTC)
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Grune's hand snaps around his wrist.
"
Stop
, Mettaton," she commands him.
He tries to pull free. There's a strange pink glow where his other eye should be. "No! I'm not letting them get away!"
"You're going to get hurt."
"That doesn't matter--"
"Yes. It--"
"Frisk could
die
again!" he shouts. His voice is raw; there's no control at all in it.
Grune hugs him. He struggles for a moment, but then he goes limp. She thinks she hears a sob.
"They said they won't hurt Frisk anymore," she says softly. "And I won't let them hurt anyone else. I promise."
Mettaton laughs--or maybe it's another sob. She isn't sure. "And you
believe
them, sweetheart?"
She's silent for a moment. Then she says, "If you get hurt, Frisk will be very sad."
When she feels him go stiff in her arms, she knows: it's going to be okay.
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"Stop, Mettaton," she commands him.
He tries to pull free. There's a strange pink glow where his other eye should be. "No! I'm not letting them get away!"
"You're going to get hurt."
"That doesn't matter--"
"Yes. It--"
"Frisk could die again!" he shouts. His voice is raw; there's no control at all in it.
Grune hugs him. He struggles for a moment, but then he goes limp. She thinks she hears a sob.
"They said they won't hurt Frisk anymore," she says softly. "And I won't let them hurt anyone else. I promise."
Mettaton laughs--or maybe it's another sob. She isn't sure. "And you believe them, sweetheart?"
She's silent for a moment. Then she says, "If you get hurt, Frisk will be very sad."
When she feels him go stiff in her arms, she knows: it's going to be okay.