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[Oh god. Oh god it's like DYING but...somehow...not?

Mettaton's fingers are gripping the edges of the trashcan so hard his knuckles have gone white, but...even though he's shaking and feels perfectly violated by his own internal organs...he is not ready for Asriel to tell everyone what an idiot he is. It's selfish, but also a little logical, because even though vomiting isn't his idea of a good time, it's serving some kind of purpose--getting rid of the problem, right?]

No, please don't-- [There's a pause as he's sick again, but then he speaks, and it's probably the most uncomfortable sounding sentence he's ever uttered, he's so out of breath.] --Asriel just...stay here. Please...?

But y-you're... it's bad when humans get sick like that-

[His voice is a little higher, still kind of panicked. But at Mettaton's request, it stops Asriel from bolting out and grabbing the nearest person he can find and drag in. Mettaton could still move, right? But Frisk also got real sick from buttercup poisoning and he still vaguely remembers them bolting for the nearest place to empty their stomach too.

What was he going to do if Mettaton got worse? It'd be his fault for not doing anything if Mettaton got any sicker.]

Mmnn...

[Asriel moves closer, doing his best to avoid seeing the contents of the trashcan. He presses a hand against Mettaton's back for a few seconds, before trying to rub up and down his back. He's not sure if it'll help or not, but it's better to do this than just standing uselessly and worrying.]

[Although he can't speak again since the nausea hasn't yet worn off, Mettaton does appreciate that Asriel listens to what he did manage to get out. The rubbing is appreciated too--it's comforting.

Eventually, Mettaton's heaves ebb. He shudders and doesn't lift his head yet, trying to catch his breath. It's...probably for the better that Asriel doesn't get a look at the mess in the trash. Not a pretty sight.

That was awful, and yet the ex-robot is starting to feel a little better. It seems as if this was a reflexive human action, one meant to fix whatever he'd done. He still feels weak, to be sure, and he's going to need to clean up, but it's better.

He'll be okay.

Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Mettaton mumbles quietly over the lip of the trashcan--]

Asriel, can you fetch me some napkins? Goodness, I'm a mess...

[The way he asks, his voice sounds so small and tired. How pathetic.]

Y-yeah, just a sec.

[Asriel takes almost no time at all to get those napkins and bring them back to Mettaton. He hands them off while hovering worriedly. The tired, quietness of his voice doesn't help ease his current fear that much.]

[Even in such little time, Mettaton manages to tie the trash bag closed and take a seat on the floor, his head bowed. Once the other ex-monster shows up with napkins, he cleans himself up a little, then lets out a tired sigh.]

Sorry to have worried you, darling. I'm a little better now. I didn't realize such an unpleasant experience could actually end in feeling even marginally less ill.

[He tries to smile, but it's a little awkward.]

And...I am sorry for being overdramatic. I shouldn't have texted you that way. You were just the first person I could think to trust.

You really feel better? You're not getting sicker?

[Asriel still looks a little upset, but mostly he just looks worried. And maybe somewhat unconvinced that Mettaton is okay.]

Mm... I'm sorry... I couldn't help at all.

No, honey. I'm not getting sicker. I think all the sick got out of me just now.

[He'd laugh, but it wasn't funny. Not unless someone was into that sort of thing.]

And don't go on like that, you helped me plenty. You came when I asked, and you've done everything you could thus far. I'd say that's plenty helpful.

I suppose if you wish to contribute further, you might let me help you make some tea. For the both of us! Besides, it isn't as if I have had any before, you know.

... Humans who get sick like that, they usually get a lot sicker and then... they kind of "fall down" like monsters do.

[Sorry Mettaton, it just hits a little too close to home. But with his reassurance, Asriel starts to calm down.]

O-okay. Let's make some tea.

[Mettaton has thus far been trying to avoid hugging Asriel, mostly because he doesn't want to gross the kid out, but...it wasn't as if his clothes were dirty, and it's impossible to avoid it in this situation anyway. So he gets himself up, brushes his pants off like nothing awful had just happened, then moves forward and pulls Asriel into a brief hug, ruffling his hair.]

I won't fall down, sweetheart. I wouldn't ever disappoint you like that if I could help it, alright? Besides, aren't humans much tougher than monsters? It's going to be much harder to hurt me now!

[He knows that's not entirely true, but...what's a little white lie when it comes to trying to comfort Asriel?]

[Asriel doesn't think that's true either, but humans don't die as easily as monsters do. It'll be all right, won't it? Still, Asriel finds himself hugging back.]

Y-yeah, humans are a lot stronger than monsters.

[Asriel reaches for his hand. Tea would help here now more than ever, if not to help Mettaton feel a little better and to calm Asriel's nerves.]

Do you think we're going to stay like this...?

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unrelated thought: SIBLINGS NEED TO STOP BEING POISONED.

asriel would agree

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