[Mettaton raises an eyebrow, listening to Dorian's voice. He sounds so... muddled. Usually Mettaton would dig a little more, inquire into what is going on but...

He's so tired. He's so tired after everything with Bill.]

Yes. Monster, as in my species, Robot, as in what I am individually within the species, and magical, because all Monsters from my home are made of magic. It's what makes us function, though I am a bit of a special case, being created and all.

[Focus on the basics. Remind yourself of who you are. Slowly piece it all back together.]