Good thing my opinion of you is roughly on the same level as my opinion of myself.
[I'm invincible, crows a child at the bottom of a well, grip tightening around a pickaxe and readying themself to dig even deeper, because rock bottom isn't deep enough, no one can hate me as much as I hate myself.]
[Do they get a prize.]
Oh, yes. I remember.
[And they smile.]
Until Mettaton decided it wasn't interesting enough, and discarded it like an old piece of garbage, so he could plaster his likeness a little more thoroughly all over the place. And he wasn't even the first monster to rewrite the details of our deaths to suit his purposes!
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[I'm invincible, crows a child at the bottom of a well, grip tightening around a pickaxe and readying themself to dig even deeper, because rock bottom isn't deep enough, no one can hate me as much as I hate myself.]
[Do they get a prize.]
Oh, yes. I remember.
[And they smile.]
Until Mettaton decided it wasn't interesting enough, and discarded it like an old piece of garbage, so he could plaster his likeness a little more thoroughly all over the place. And he wasn't even the first monster to rewrite the details of our deaths to suit his purposes!
Funny, don't you think?
[I was certainly no fortune-teller.]