[When he finds the card, slipped under his door much like Blooky's note had been a few weeks ago, he at first doesn't want to read it. It's silly, but he worries it might be something bad once again, and he doesn't know if he can deal with it right now.
Eventually he does actually read what is on the front of the card and deems it safe to open. When he reads its contents he feels a now familiar swoop of pain and regret. Why would they write this for him if they never cared for him? How could they have written this if they can't feel anything right now?
He resolves to throw it away. After all, if they truly mean what they said in this card, they should say so instead of telling him they don't. Mettaton places the card next to the bouquet that Papyrus gave him a few months ago. He'll throw it away later.
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Date: 2016-11-27 03:38 am (UTC)Eventually he does actually read what is on the front of the card and deems it safe to open. When he reads its contents he feels a now familiar swoop of pain and regret. Why would they write this for him if they never cared for him? How could they have written this if they can't feel anything right now?
He resolves to throw it away. After all, if they truly mean what they said in this card, they should say so instead of telling him they don't. Mettaton places the card next to the bouquet that Papyrus gave him a few months ago. He'll throw it away later.
He doesn't touch it again.]