[There's a childish, petty voice in his head telling him to say well, don't leave me alone again! don't ignore it when someone hurts me! but... It gets shooed away. If this rollercoaster of a night has made anything sink in, it's the knowledge that that isn't fair.
Keats couldn't have known Mettaton's restless nights would lead to this. He couldn't have known that the person he assumed wasn't a threat would turn around and weaponize their humanity against his human-weak boyfriend. He can't stop himself from sleepwalking. Mettaton just wanted to have control again, wanted to be angry at someone who couldn't hurt him, and Keats was a convenient target.
...He's a terrible boyfriend, isn't he?
He draws his legs in as much as he can, effectively shielding a man who doesn't need to be shielded in long limbs.] It won't, [he mutters. He promises.]
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Keats couldn't have known Mettaton's restless nights would lead to this. He couldn't have known that the person he assumed wasn't a threat would turn around and weaponize their humanity against his human-weak boyfriend. He can't stop himself from sleepwalking. Mettaton just wanted to have control again, wanted to be angry at someone who couldn't hurt him, and Keats was a convenient target.
...He's a terrible boyfriend, isn't he?
He draws his legs in as much as he can, effectively shielding a man who doesn't need to be shielded in long limbs.] It won't, [he mutters. He promises.]
I do have a gun.
[Okay, bad joke. But it is them.]