[It takes forever, but Asriel stumbles off of the couch and towards he door. It only takes a few feet to get to Mettaton's house, but it feels like a hundred miles away. Each step is painful from wounds that haven't even begun to heal.
He's tired, he shouldn't be up. But he wants to see him. He wants to know that he's still there. Not collared, not on a slave planet and gone forever.
After several long minutes, there's a knock on the door. If Mettaton opens it, he'll find a barely awake, injured goat covered in bandages thanks to Frisk. His fur is messy, patches of brown-red staining white. He hasn't been able to wash it out yet.
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He's tired, he shouldn't be up. But he wants to see him. He wants to know that he's still there. Not collared, not on a slave planet and gone forever.
After several long minutes, there's a knock on the door. If Mettaton opens it, he'll find a barely awake, injured goat covered in bandages thanks to Frisk. His fur is messy, patches of brown-red staining white. He hasn't been able to wash it out yet.
Hi Mettaton.]