[Coming back from the dead had been just as discomforting as the very first time he'd experienced it. And just like the last time, he was loathe to be seen by pretty much anyone the way he was. There were so few who understood what they were looking at, and he sorely hopes that anyone who might have found it out no longer remembered.
Except Asriel...because he's perfectly comfortable showing the most hated part of himself. Which is, ironically, himself.
And yet, he finds himself secreting away behind the young boss monster from time to time, aywhere but Rinzler's home, of course. The program probably had a way to tell that Mettaton was lurking.
Here, in the light of the afternoon, Mettaton's transparent form blends a bit. But in the shade...the pink is unmistakable.
So he endeavors to avoid shade.
For a while, he trails after Asriel, slowly approaching the boss monster. Closer and closer, but his cowardice doesn't let him call out for a very, very long time.
He doesn't even know how long it is before he finally floats close to Asriel's side, quietly murmuring the kid's name in his voice. The voice that's not him.]
Action on 6/14, afternoon
Except Asriel...because he's perfectly comfortable showing the most hated part of himself. Which is, ironically, himself.
And yet, he finds himself secreting away behind the young boss monster from time to time, aywhere but Rinzler's home, of course. The program probably had a way to tell that Mettaton was lurking.
Here, in the light of the afternoon, Mettaton's transparent form blends a bit. But in the shade...the pink is unmistakable.
So he endeavors to avoid shade.
For a while, he trails after Asriel, slowly approaching the boss monster. Closer and closer, but his cowardice doesn't let him call out for a very, very long time.
He doesn't even know how long it is before he finally floats close to Asriel's side, quietly murmuring the kid's name in his voice. The voice that's not him.]
Asriel...?