Asriel Dreemurr

I don't know. I know you've seen me this way, so that is not the problem.

I...mmh.

[The small ghost eventually backs out of Asriel's attempts to hug him, and there's a distinctly faded appearance to him, even more than usual. Mettaton hates it. It's a sign of apprehension in ghost monsters, and it's pretty...well, to feed the stereotype, transparent.]

It's foolish. But I don't...wish to go back to my body just yet? Of course, it's twice as stupid if one considers the fact that I also hate being a ghost. It's terrible! This isn't who I am! But the truth is, honey, I don't know who I'm supposed to be either.

So I suppose the short of it is...I didn't want to disappoint you.

[He fades out, just a bit more. He's so selfish, coming back immediately and wanting Asriel to take on the burden of his own crisis of identity. Stupid Mettaton. Stupid stupid stupid.]