[Mettaton knows he's not okay. As a result of his prior behavior, and the result of his prior contact with Frisk, he's pretty much given up on talking to most people.
Again.
But he can't stop talking to Asriel. If anything, all he can do is continue apologizing to the kid. He's been doing it off and on or a while, to the point where it's probably tiring. But somehow, apologizing repeatedly is something he knows, something familiar.
It's not him, really, but it still feels very familiar. He latches onto it because...he doesn't know what else to do.
It's evening when he shows up to Asriel's transporter, a small box in his hands and an uncomfortable look in his eye. If it's possible for a robot to look haunted, then he's definitely pulling it off. But the expression fades into something slightly more convincing eventually. He has to make it look good.]
Late Nov, still in the timeslip
Again.
But he can't stop talking to Asriel. If anything, all he can do is continue apologizing to the kid. He's been doing it off and on or a while, to the point where it's probably tiring. But somehow, apologizing repeatedly is something he knows, something familiar.
It's not him, really, but it still feels very familiar. He latches onto it because...he doesn't know what else to do.
It's evening when he shows up to Asriel's transporter, a small box in his hands and an uncomfortable look in his eye. If it's possible for a robot to look haunted, then he's definitely pulling it off. But the expression fades into something slightly more convincing eventually. He has to make it look good.]
Asriel? Sweetie, are you here?