[The key. Of course it was the key. He can't stop his own disappointed anger in himself as memories of him standing (well, standing in so much as you can when you have a wheel for legs) at the end of the waterfall, looking out into the darkness, clutching it close rush in. It had been a victory, a jubilant moment, throwing it out and away, relishing in the physicality of it all. There had only been one moment of regret, thinking of Napstablook, but he had hardened his heart to it. There was no way his dreams could have come true if he hadn't thrown caution to the wind.

Ghost-bot. How absurd. He shifts, just a little, to test how firmly seated the Mirror is on him. His mind is coming back to him, reminding him of the danger, and he begins to plan.]

Well you see, generally speaking, in the Underground Monsters are more likely to respect your personal space. As well as less likely to throw your personal business back into your face. Things you probably don't understand all that well, seeing as your parents didn't teach you much.

[Did this mirror have parents? He's not honestly sure. The statement is mostly just a placeholder for continuing to think up... something.]