[The reaction is instant. Mettaton throws his hand up, summoning a barrage of miniature box-formed familiars. They all fly towards Frisk, but he's pretty sure they'll dodge.
They always manage to get away and best him.
But Mettaton is legitimately upset, and if he could cry, he would. THis is more emotion than he's expressed openly in so long that it was all coming out in a cascade.]
Don't you think I looked?! I looked EVERYWHERE for her!! I looked through all of her laboratories, even the one with those abominations!! There was nothing left of her!!
I don't care what Sans thought of you. I don't care!!
[Another painful statement? That people wanted him. No one wanted him anymore unless he forced them to comply!! No one...really believed in him as king. They had fair reasons. Mettaton was an awful king, wasn't he?]
You cold, heartless, unfeeling thing! LEAVE ME ALONE!!
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They always manage to get away and best him.
But Mettaton is legitimately upset, and if he could cry, he would. THis is more emotion than he's expressed openly in so long that it was all coming out in a cascade.]
Don't you think I looked?! I looked EVERYWHERE for her!! I looked through all of her laboratories, even the one with those abominations!! There was nothing left of her!!
I don't care what Sans thought of you. I don't care!!
[Another painful statement? That people wanted him. No one wanted him anymore unless he forced them to comply!! No one...really believed in him as king. They had fair reasons. Mettaton was an awful king, wasn't he?]
You cold, heartless, unfeeling thing! LEAVE ME ALONE!!