[He's so wrapped up in his own head, his own problems, that he's not expecting Bucky's sudden aggression, his defense down. The metal hand wraps around his throat and while he doesn't breathe, for a moment it feels like his "breath" is taken away by surprise as he's shoved backwards.
"Because they are made of magic, monsters' bodies are attuned to their SOUL. If a monster doesn't want to fight, its defenses will weaken. And the crueler the intentions of our enemies, the more their attacks will hurt us. Therefore, if a being with a powerful SOUL struck with the desire to kill... Um, let's end the chapter here..."
Intentions and the way they reflect in magic has been a constant in Mettaton's life, from his days as a ghost to his days as a robot. He can feel the intent behind this attack, even as his head hits the back of the throne and he feels his HP (already lower than usual due to this event's stripping of his electronics) take a small hit. Bucky doesn't want to kill him, he can feel it. But the desire to hurt and control is still there.
He can always recognize Alphys's work. She puts her magic into soldering metal, works her intent to build and create into whatever shape she wants. He'd always admired that about her. He should tell her sometime. This recognition just makes this feeling of the arm she made for Bucky all the more alien, feeling her latent magic sparking and responding to Bucky's emotions and feelings.
Funny. This almost feels like a Monster encounter....
FIGHT ACT ITEM MERCY
...
MERCY]
Bucky, this can't- you have to understand that we-
[He squeezes and Mettaton unwittingly opens his mouth. He doesn't think of a smart response before Bucky's mouth is on his, his tongue inside his mouth and he groans a bit. He missed Bucky's taste, missed his hands on his body, and he feels his resolve chip away just a little as he kisses back.
It takes him another moment, his metal tongue twisting around Bucky's before he wrenches himself away again.]
Bucky, please. This isn't you. This isn't me. What's the... the point of this if we aren't ourselves?
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"Because they are made of magic, monsters' bodies are attuned to their SOUL. If a monster doesn't want to fight, its defenses will weaken. And the crueler the intentions of our enemies, the more their attacks will hurt us. Therefore, if a being with a powerful SOUL struck with the desire to kill... Um, let's end the chapter here..."
Intentions and the way they reflect in magic has been a constant in Mettaton's life, from his days as a ghost to his days as a robot. He can feel the intent behind this attack, even as his head hits the back of the throne and he feels his HP (already lower than usual due to this event's stripping of his electronics) take a small hit. Bucky doesn't want to kill him, he can feel it. But the desire to hurt and control is still there.
He can always recognize Alphys's work. She puts her magic into soldering metal, works her intent to build and create into whatever shape she wants. He'd always admired that about her. He should tell her sometime. This recognition just makes this feeling of the arm she made for Bucky all the more alien, feeling her latent magic sparking and responding to Bucky's emotions and feelings.
Funny. This almost feels like a Monster encounter....
...
MERCY]
Bucky, this can't- you have to understand that we-
[He squeezes and Mettaton unwittingly opens his mouth. He doesn't think of a smart response before Bucky's mouth is on his, his tongue inside his mouth and he groans a bit. He missed Bucky's taste, missed his hands on his body, and he feels his resolve chip away just a little as he kisses back.
It takes him another moment, his metal tongue twisting around Bucky's before he wrenches himself away again.]
Bucky, please. This isn't you. This isn't me. What's the... the point of this if we aren't ourselves?
[* Mettaton is sparing you.]