It's just one day they had said, their glow eerie in the pitch blackness of the forest. An entire day without them. An entire day of knowing why they would be gone, why they were gone, knowing that they had chosen to just... to just...
Even with revival guaranteed, it was still a permanent choice. A permanent scar upon their time here. There will always be one mark of death on them. And the memories will linger and they and everyone who knows them will know.
Mettaton doesn't think about the resets too hard. He knows that technically all of your work in one timeline would be erased for another. But... he'd like to believe that on some greater level than any of them understand, it would make a difference.
That could just be his ego talking though.
"I'm no great moralist, as I'm sure you're aware. I just know that they are entitled to their choice, and I am entitled to mine."
He knows he will get in trouble for this. For speaking about this to Sans, Sans of all people. He's opened up to him once with disastrous results and this promises to be no different but maybe that's ok. Maybe it will finally teach him a lesson. The jealousy is still there, buried under the other problems that have sprung up between them, and perhaps this will finally break them of this odd, ill-fated friendship that refuses to fade between them.
"No. But not for a lack of trying."
His voice is flat, lacking in his usual color and vigor.
"They would have succeeded if I hadn't promised that if they went, I would go too."
He'd walked ahead of them then. Deeper into the forest than they had gone. The branches and bushes had scratched at him. He hadn't noticed really until he was back in his room hours later, looking in the mirror. He didn't go to Alphys for that. He's always known how to buff out scratches.
suicide cw!!!
Even with revival guaranteed, it was still a permanent choice. A permanent scar upon their time here. There will always be one mark of death on them. And the memories will linger and they and everyone who knows them will know.
Mettaton doesn't think about the resets too hard. He knows that technically all of your work in one timeline would be erased for another. But... he'd like to believe that on some greater level than any of them understand, it would make a difference.
That could just be his ego talking though.
"I'm no great moralist, as I'm sure you're aware. I just know that they are entitled to their choice, and I am entitled to mine."
He knows he will get in trouble for this. For speaking about this to Sans, Sans of all people. He's opened up to him once with disastrous results and this promises to be no different but maybe that's ok. Maybe it will finally teach him a lesson. The jealousy is still there, buried under the other problems that have sprung up between them, and perhaps this will finally break them of this odd, ill-fated friendship that refuses to fade between them.
"No. But not for a lack of trying."
His voice is flat, lacking in his usual color and vigor.
"They would have succeeded if I hadn't promised that if they went, I would go too."
He'd walked ahead of them then. Deeper into the forest than they had gone. The branches and bushes had scratched at him. He hadn't noticed really until he was back in his room hours later, looking in the mirror. He didn't go to Alphys for that. He's always known how to buff out scratches.