"M-Mettaton, we're not gonna k-kill him!" She seems plenty distressed about this, head turning between Alex and Mettaton quickly. She bites her lip, nervous- she's already come too close to dying tonight to watch Mettaton off someone with his own hands. Alphys looks down at Alex, almost sympathetic, but looks away again.

"He just, uhm, n-needs to go to the police, and have this dealt with by... n-not us. It's not, uhm, o-our job, or right." She doesn't want to kill anybody. She doesn't want to watch Mettaton kill anybody.

This is not how she wanted this night to go.