Mettaton has his wits about him again, and when he hears the human empty the rest of his pistol into the air, he gives the man another kick. Then he starts trying to pistol whip his best friend and oh no, he is not having ANY of that. Everything that Alphys said has gone in one ear and out the other.
"You will not hurt her, you little bastard!" he roars, a mixture of rage and hypnotic suggestion peppering his speech. He reaches down and wrenches the gun from the man's hands, casting it aside with a mighty throw. Then he sees Alphys just slapping their attacker, that's it, and almost wants to scream in frustration.
"Alphys!! You have your abilities! Why aren't you frying this human into next week???"
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"You will not hurt her, you little bastard!" he roars, a mixture of rage and hypnotic suggestion peppering his speech. He reaches down and wrenches the gun from the man's hands, casting it aside with a mighty throw. Then he sees Alphys just slapping their attacker, that's it, and almost wants to scream in frustration.
"Alphys!! You have your abilities! Why aren't you frying this human into next week???"