[Oh god. Oh god it's like DYING but...somehow...not?
Mettaton's fingers are gripping the edges of the trashcan so hard his knuckles have gone white, but...even though he's shaking and feels perfectly violated by his own internal organs...he is not ready for Asriel to tell everyone what an idiot he is. It's selfish, but also a little logical, because even though vomiting isn't his idea of a good time, it's serving some kind of purpose--getting rid of the problem, right?]
No, please don't-- [There's a pause as he's sick again, but then he speaks, and it's probably the most uncomfortable sounding sentence he's ever uttered, he's so out of breath.] --Asriel just...stay here. Please...?
unrelated thought: SIBLINGS NEED TO STOP BEING POISONED.
Mettaton's fingers are gripping the edges of the trashcan so hard his knuckles have gone white, but...even though he's shaking and feels perfectly violated by his own internal organs...he is not ready for Asriel to tell everyone what an idiot he is. It's selfish, but also a little logical, because even though vomiting isn't his idea of a good time, it's serving some kind of purpose--getting rid of the problem, right?]
No, please don't-- [There's a pause as he's sick again, but then he speaks, and it's probably the most uncomfortable sounding sentence he's ever uttered, he's so out of breath.] --Asriel just...stay here. Please...?