[He can already see what his mirror would be saying right now.
Hear that? He'll leave any minute now. Just sit back and let his own self-loathing do all the work.
And it would be that simple. So simple.
But... he's still there. Why is he still there? Isn't he lazy? This is so much effort. Why?]
You really have nothing better to do.
[Not a question. A statement. If he's willing to sit this long, well. He'll have to talk. Placate him and then kick him out.
He starts to undo the latches, the bolts, the locks. He doesn't know why he put these here when he knows people like Sans can just waltz in no matter what but it made him feel better. It made his mirror feel better, which was more important.
Mettaton opens the door slowly so that Sans isn't terribly unseated. He doesn't say a word, barely looks at Sans, but he keeps the door open. He moves out of the doorway. It's a silent invitation. It's also a silent choice.
You can still leave Sans. He isn't encouraging you to enter, nor to exit. Make your choice.]
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Hear that? He'll leave any minute now. Just sit back and let his own self-loathing do all the work.
And it would be that simple. So simple.
But... he's still there. Why is he still there? Isn't he lazy? This is so much effort. Why?]
You really have nothing better to do.
[Not a question. A statement. If he's willing to sit this long, well. He'll have to talk. Placate him and then kick him out.
He starts to undo the latches, the bolts, the locks. He doesn't know why he put these here when he knows people like Sans can just waltz in no matter what but it made him feel better. It made his mirror feel better, which was more important.
Mettaton opens the door slowly so that Sans isn't terribly unseated. He doesn't say a word, barely looks at Sans, but he keeps the door open. He moves out of the doorway. It's a silent invitation. It's also a silent choice.
You can still leave Sans. He isn't encouraging you to enter, nor to exit. Make your choice.]