Asriel Dreemurr

Oh. So it's my name now? I thought it was yours...

[Mettaton speaks coldly, like he's in control of this. But even his LOVE can't shield that one emotion; fear. It can't erase his apprehension or make his hands stop shaking, and it certainly can't erase the look of hatred on his face as he glances down up at...

...at himself. But it's not quite him. That curving grin, so familiar and yet not. The shadow's back to haunt him. Of course it is.]

Where?

[Despite the anger written on his face, he doesn't lash out or attack.]

Where is Asriel? Why can you not just leave us be? Do you hate him--do you hate me so much?