[Again, the line goes quiet. This is a lot of information to process. It would take a while for anyone to wrap their head around all of this and... wait, what is that patter out in the hallway? What is that noise that, for all the world, sounds like a man in very heavy boots sprint--
CRASH.
Mettaton is in your room now. Don't worry about the lock. He'll pay for it.]
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CRASH.
Mettaton is in your room now. Don't worry about the lock. He'll pay for it.]
Show me.