Well, I can assure you that nothing like that is happening here. I keep my mirrors dutifully smashed.

[Mettaton wishes he could hear the chuckling he knows his mirror is doing right now. It'd be nice to hear him for once, instead of just seeing his writing.]

Sans, there's no need to worry about that. I am taking care of things.

[Hopefully that phrasing doesn't sound familiar Sans. The mirror continues to be covered in writing. Mettaton looks over and places a gentle hand on the glass. So close, yet so far.]