[Mettaton knows that was meant to be comforting, but bitterness swirls inside of him anyway. It's not fair. It's not fair to work for your dreams for so long and still be left incomplete. Keats should be holding him, the beautiful, long-legged star, not just... a heart. They should have been kissing or touching hands or anything months ago.
This is nice and it's incredible to not be rejected, but...]
i know...
ha. i guess i'm just...
[Sigh.]
sorry.
you can let me go now, cupcake. i can get back to my body on my own.
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This is nice and it's incredible to not be rejected, but...]
i know...
ha. i guess i'm just...
[Sigh.]
sorry.
you can let me go now, cupcake. i can get back to my body on my own.