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[Mettaton hadn't actually expected to be visited at this point, because he was sure Asriel was spent from the entire fiasco they'd both gone through. As a result, he was still holed up in his room, barely expending any of the little energy he had to operate his TAB.

But then he heard the knock, and despite not wanting to move, he pushes himself to his feet and scrambles to the door, flinging it open to see...Asriel.

Looking like that.

His reaction is immediate; he reaches down and picks up the small child, carrying him inside carefully and haphazardly pulling the door shut.]

God, why did you come here, Asriel? How did you come here?!

[Everything about Mettaton, tired as he sounds and poor as he himself looks, is laced with concern. He's so worried to see Asriel like this.

Gingerly, he lets the young boss monster down onto his couch. Maybe it's the adrenaline, but Mettaton seems to be moving as if he hadn't experienced any ill effects from his time back at the Outpost.

Which is patently untrue, given the new assortment of damages on his body, including new cracks and dings on his upper body, his boots, his arms, his shoulders...to count it up would be utterly impossible.

The things that stand out most include the large crack along the metal plate on his cheek, and the enormous gash at his neck, like someone had tried to decapitate him and failed miserably. That, and the fact that his hair is a mess and he'd not taken any time to try and set it right. He'd have to care first.

He could only hope none of his injuries would be noticed by a tired child.]