Mirrorton growls at the threat. It's a dangerous thing to do, Sans. And this mirror is not afraid, not even for an instant.
Because it doesn't matter what he says. Or what anyone says or does. Mettaton is his. He will always be his. No one in all of Wonderland has a claim to that metal body more than this mirror and he unequivocally has staked it.
And Mettaton is learning this. Learning that they belong together and only together, albeit slowly. As for the parts that are harder for him to learn, well...
This Mettaton will be happy to assist him in his lessons. The mirror moves from the mirror, walking out of the room as easily as he came in. It's a little strange that Mirror Sans isn't around but the thought merely glances by in his head before he's rushing back to his room to inform his property of what just happened.
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Because it doesn't matter what he says. Or what anyone says or does. Mettaton is his. He will always be his. No one in all of Wonderland has a claim to that metal body more than this mirror and he unequivocally has staked it.
And Mettaton is learning this. Learning that they belong together and only together, albeit slowly. As for the parts that are harder for him to learn, well...
This Mettaton will be happy to assist him in his lessons. The mirror moves from the mirror, walking out of the room as easily as he came in. It's a little strange that Mirror Sans isn't around but the thought merely glances by in his head before he's rushing back to his room to inform his property of what just happened.