[For a split second, Mettaton considered grabbing that tongue and slowly, painfully yanking it out of Frisk's mouth. If the kid thought he was violent before, then they hadn't seen what Mettaton had become quite so clearly.
That entire phone call from before? A lie. A fabrication to hide how ugly Mettaton was, and how much he'd fucked up the Underground. And Frisk wouldn't even answer for it?! This was on their shoulders, and they didn't. Even. Remember?!]
The barrier isn't broken...it was never broken!
[He tries to sound aggressive as he had when he'd called the boy a liar. But the creeping self-doubt was starting to take hold, and it made him sound a little desperate. Was he wrong? Was he losing it? Had he made it all up?
Or maybe he hadn't...and had instead repressed their freedom so that he could stay on top. No. No? He wouldn't do that--
Except...yes. He would. Didn't he sacrifice Alphys to further his interests?
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That entire phone call from before? A lie. A fabrication to hide how ugly Mettaton was, and how much he'd fucked up the Underground. And Frisk wouldn't even answer for it?! This was on their shoulders, and they didn't. Even. Remember?!]
The barrier isn't broken...it was never broken!
[He tries to sound aggressive as he had when he'd called the boy a liar. But the creeping self-doubt was starting to take hold, and it made him sound a little desperate. Was he wrong? Was he losing it? Had he made it all up?
Or maybe he hadn't...and had instead repressed their freedom so that he could stay on top. No. No? He wouldn't do that--
Except...yes. He would. Didn't he sacrifice Alphys to further his interests?
God...what was going on?]