[If Mettaton could hear their thought process, it would drive him directly into a rage. He is not masquerading as a robot, he is one, it's who he is now and always will be.
As it stands however, the world is bright and distant. The light buzzing of his systems, usually unnoticeable to him, stand out in his mind as they continue speaking.]
How do you know this?
[The words slip out without much rhyme or reason to them, though he thinks idly that it's a fair question. There is no fear of finding out the answer in this moment; only the inevitable feeling that it will come, and when it does, he will have to act. Somehow.]
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As it stands however, the world is bright and distant. The light buzzing of his systems, usually unnoticeable to him, stand out in his mind as they continue speaking.]
How do you know this?
[The words slip out without much rhyme or reason to them, though he thinks idly that it's a fair question. There is no fear of finding out the answer in this moment; only the inevitable feeling that it will come, and when it does, he will have to act. Somehow.]