[The first time he stumbled upon the scene, it was too late. Dorian only saw the tail end of the memory, when his dear friend was thrown under the bed by his dreadful Mirror-]
[Locked in a room by his own Mirror.]
[If it wasn't sympathy that welled in his heart, it was familiarity. The mere sight of the atrocity was enough to remind him of the last time the Mirrors had been set free. Three whole days, locked in a cage on the other side of the looking glass by a spiteful doppelganger.]
[Dorian isn't sure how the Mirror and its counterpart are in the same room together, but he's seen enough. He quickly leaves the room, letting Mettaton fruitlessly try to reason with the memory for a few minutes.]
[When Dorian returns, he has a bitter look in his eyes and what appears to be some sort of mallet in his hands...]
Mettaton's room! For horribleness
[Locked in a room by his own Mirror.]
[If it wasn't sympathy that welled in his heart, it was familiarity. The mere sight of the atrocity was enough to remind him of the last time the Mirrors had been set free. Three whole days, locked in a cage on the other side of the looking glass by a spiteful doppelganger.]
[Dorian isn't sure how the Mirror and its counterpart are in the same room together, but he's seen enough. He quickly leaves the room, letting Mettaton fruitlessly try to reason with the memory for a few minutes.]
[When Dorian returns, he has a bitter look in his eyes and what appears to be some sort of mallet in his hands...]