[Asriel's days hadn't gone any better since Mettaton's death. Chara nearly died, Asriel had lost sight in his left eye, and it was only because of Shiro that neither one of them ended up as lunch for two giant spiders. After returning home, he made sure to keep checking up on Mettaton's body. It took some help, but he managed to get it moved to a nearby couch so that whenever Mettaton did come back, he wouldn't have to come back to his body abandoned and forgotten in a corner.
There wasn't really much to do outside, other than Asriel getting some fresh air and trying to sort out his thoughts. Tomorrow, he'd probably go to that planet full of Programs and AI. Maybe he'd... actually fit in there?
Like he fits in anywhere anymore.
The voice from behind startles him out of his thoughts, enough for him to let out a surprised squeak. It's familiar, but it's been a while since Asriel's heard that voice, so it's hard to place it at first. He turns suddenly, catching a faint shade of pink...]
Mettaton-!
[Is it him? It's hard to see him at first, especially out of a bad eye. But he turns quickly, and it's not a pretty sight. White fur is missing on the left side of his face, replaced by an pink splotchiness where it looked like something was thrown and splattered across his face. He opens his left eye, and there's an unusual glossiness to it that shouldn't be there.
When he speaks again, he sounds a little desperate.]
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There wasn't really much to do outside, other than Asriel getting some fresh air and trying to sort out his thoughts. Tomorrow, he'd probably go to that planet full of Programs and AI. Maybe he'd... actually fit in there?
Like he fits in anywhere anymore.
The voice from behind startles him out of his thoughts, enough for him to let out a surprised squeak. It's familiar, but it's been a while since Asriel's heard that voice, so it's hard to place it at first. He turns suddenly, catching a faint shade of pink...]
Mettaton-!
[Is it him? It's hard to see him at first, especially out of a bad eye. But he turns quickly, and it's not a pretty sight. White fur is missing on the left side of his face, replaced by an pink splotchiness where it looked like something was thrown and splattered across his face. He opens his left eye, and there's an unusual glossiness to it that shouldn't be there.
When he speaks again, he sounds a little desperate.]
Mettaton, is that you...?