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[mettatonvevo]

Don't be afraid to talk to me, darlings~!


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[juego]

[He knows it's for flair but it's eye catching. Good for awful implications, which the robot seems to be working out in his head. Good. It gives the Mirror time to calm down and find his marker again.

Silly, isn't it? To want such things, to be concerned about the endings even though you're just the merchant. To want it all to just end.]

Two outcomes. The Puppeteer chooses.

Now or Eventually.

No way around it.

Escaping from your purpose is impossible.

[And that's the end of that.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Your purpose, huh? What was Mettaton's purpose? He always thought it was to entertain, but within the game it was to be a boss fight. To continue the story. But afterwards he was free to be anything and could choose it! Right? Nothing could take that away.

At least he thought so. He never considered that even after everything is over, he's still bound to the, heh, Mercy of the one in charge.

He pulls away from the mirror, angry.]

No. Things can be changed. If there is one thing from home I've learned, it's that your choices matter. Your home may be bleak, but mine never will be.

[He pulls the blanket back over the mirror with a swift movement. He sounded confident. Unshakeable. If only he felt that way.]