[The man crumbles in front of him and Mettaton is too exhausted to do anything other than watch in bewilderment as he switches from one human language to the next.
He hurt him. No matter what he did, he hurt the man, whether it was pulling him close or pushing him away. He slumps in his ill-gotten throne as he watches Bucky stumble, completely useless.
Mettaton should do something. He should get up and do something, maybe help the poor man. But he does nothing. He can't bring himself to do anything. He feels empty; stretched so thin having used what little empathy and compassion he had left.
Hell sinks its tenterhooks into him quickly once his guard is down, once he gives up on trying to help. It fills the emptiness with darkness and a small smile creeps on his face. How much better it is to not care anymore! Thank goodness that's over.
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He hurt him. No matter what he did, he hurt the man, whether it was pulling him close or pushing him away. He slumps in his ill-gotten throne as he watches Bucky stumble, completely useless.
Mettaton should do something. He should get up and do something, maybe help the poor man. But he does nothing. He can't bring himself to do anything. He feels empty; stretched so thin having used what little empathy and compassion he had left.
Hell sinks its tenterhooks into him quickly once his guard is down, once he gives up on trying to help. It fills the emptiness with darkness and a small smile creeps on his face. How much better it is to not care anymore! Thank goodness that's over.
See you later, Bucky~! ♥]