[Or are you doing it because you're simply curious?
His grin grows taught, projected skin paling in anger. Was Mettaton the curious one?! Yes, okay!! That's what got him into this mess in the first place! He was curious, because he's always curious, and he was bored and he was having fun! It isn't as if Keats has any higher ground!! Keats is only here because he has a crush on someone he doesn't even seem to want to know! He isn't even curious, he just wants the ATTENTION!
Mettaton's laughing. It's cold, just as someone would picture a robot to be. There's no joy in anything he's saying. This is a defense mechanism. A deflection. A way to hurt someone before they can hurt him.
Because he doesn't trust people. He trusted Blooky and they guilted him into staying non-corporeal and invisible, even if they didn't mean to. He trusted Alphys and she held his body hostage after everything he did for her. Hell, he trusted BURGERPANTS and the idiot stole from under his nose!! How is he supposed to trust Keats when everything is a secret and a challenge?!]
Oho!! Isn't that rich?! Isn't that the most delectable, sweetest of ironies that that question is coming from you?
[He's stepping forward now. He doesn't care about the size-difference. He doesn't care that the other could tear him apart at any given notice. His cloak shimmers off, leaving that angry, chrome doll that's the same height as this transformed human.]
Did you want to get to know me when you asked about my world all... two times we've spoken out of how many in the last four months? Were you trying to get to know me when you kept insulting my tastes or rolling your eyes at my interests or ignoring anything I tried to share with you? Were you trying to get to know me when you kissed me instead of sympathizing with the fact I wouldn't be able to feel it and never will? Oh!! [He laughs, sharp and humorlessly, and slaps a hand against the side of his face. Duh!] Oh no, silly me. You must have been trying to get to know me when you asked about my career or my hobbies or why I do what I do or showed any amount of passing interest in me even when it didn't benefit you!
[You're terrible. Why do I torment myself constantly trying to figure you out when we're both just after what little attention we can get?]
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His grin grows taught, projected skin paling in anger. Was Mettaton the curious one?! Yes, okay!! That's what got him into this mess in the first place! He was curious, because he's always curious, and he was bored and he was having fun! It isn't as if Keats has any higher ground!! Keats is only here because he has a crush on someone he doesn't even seem to want to know! He isn't even curious, he just wants the ATTENTION!
Mettaton's laughing. It's cold, just as someone would picture a robot to be. There's no joy in anything he's saying. This is a defense mechanism. A deflection. A way to hurt someone before they can hurt him.
Because he doesn't trust people. He trusted Blooky and they guilted him into staying non-corporeal and invisible, even if they didn't mean to. He trusted Alphys and she held his body hostage after everything he did for her. Hell, he trusted BURGERPANTS and the idiot stole from under his nose!! How is he supposed to trust Keats when everything is a secret and a challenge?!]
Oho!! Isn't that rich?! Isn't that the most delectable, sweetest of ironies that that question is coming from you?
[He's stepping forward now. He doesn't care about the size-difference. He doesn't care that the other could tear him apart at any given notice. His cloak shimmers off, leaving that angry, chrome doll that's the same height as this transformed human.]
Did you want to get to know me when you asked about my world all... two times we've spoken out of how many in the last four months? Were you trying to get to know me when you kept insulting my tastes or rolling your eyes at my interests or ignoring anything I tried to share with you? Were you trying to get to know me when you kissed me instead of sympathizing with the fact I wouldn't be able to feel it and never will? Oh!! [He laughs, sharp and humorlessly, and slaps a hand against the side of his face. Duh!] Oh no, silly me. You must have been trying to get to know me when you asked about my career or my hobbies or why I do what I do or showed any amount of passing interest in me even when it didn't benefit you!
[You're terrible. Why do I torment myself constantly trying to figure you out when we're both just after what little attention we can get?]
...You don't want me.