[Mettaton says it coldly. He knows this human. This human knows him. He looks the same as Mettaton remembers him.
...Maybe it was a dream. Maybe being king wasn't real. The robot looks down at his own hands, as if to find some inconsistency in his outfit. But there isn't. Same cape, same gloves. Same everything.]
You're lying, because Asgore would be alive if he hadn't faced you! I know this! Do you intend to tell me that all of my memories are fabricated?!!
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[Mettaton says it coldly. He knows this human. This human knows him. He looks the same as Mettaton remembers him.
...Maybe it was a dream. Maybe being king wasn't real. The robot looks down at his own hands, as if to find some inconsistency in his outfit. But there isn't. Same cape, same gloves. Same everything.]
You're lying, because Asgore would be alive if he hadn't faced you! I know this! Do you intend to tell me that all of my memories are fabricated?!!