[As it turns out, Mettaton's not actually dying, though the way he looks, he may as well be. He's curled up near a pantry, arms wrapped around himself. There's empty bags of chips, several empty bags of different flavored doughnuts, and various other poorly labelled confectionary.
Maybe...just maybe, he'd gotten carried away, what with all the flavors and his new sense of taste and the ability to actually eat.
To his credit, he does actually feel like he's dying. So perhaps he can be forgiven for his overdramatic text.]
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[As it turns out, Mettaton's not actually dying, though the way he looks, he may as well be. He's curled up near a pantry, arms wrapped around himself. There's empty bags of chips, several empty bags of different flavored doughnuts, and various other poorly labelled confectionary.
Maybe...just maybe, he'd gotten carried away, what with all the flavors and his new sense of taste and the ability to actually eat.
To his credit, he does actually feel like he's dying. So perhaps he can be forgiven for his overdramatic text.]