He has no idea what he did to engender such a virulent response. Humans are so fragile. They desperately seek the company of others, but their hearts are in such constant pain that they react to the slightest touch.
It's impossible.
But he didn't mean to--
Well. He knows when he's crossed a line. Usually not, actually, but Mettaton was pretty clear about it in this case.
He backs up another step or two, giving Mettaton a short look, then beats a (walking) retreat down an adjacent hall--stopping only once to ensure Mettaton isn't about to throw something else at him before he vanishes around the corner.
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He has no idea what he did to engender such a virulent response. Humans are so fragile. They desperately seek the company of others, but their hearts are in such constant pain that they react to the slightest touch.
It's impossible.
But he didn't mean to--
Well. He knows when he's crossed a line.
Usually not, actually, but Mettaton was pretty clear about it in this case.He backs up another step or two, giving Mettaton a short look, then beats a (walking) retreat down an adjacent hall--stopping only once to ensure Mettaton isn't about to throw something else at him before he vanishes around the corner.