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[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Ha.]

'course it was, darling. I'm me. [Wink.

Now that Mettaton's free, he is, in fact, leaving. He doesn't make a move to look over his shoulder until he's halfway out the door.

...

Yeah. He needs to get out of here.

Bye, Keatsy.]

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[And there he goes.]

[Just like that, he's gone.]

[Keats lets out an exhausted huff as he moves to the bed to sit on the edge of it, leaning forward as he buries his face in his hands. That was...terrible. He still feels kind of sick to his stomach from the whole thing. He kind of has the urge to just curl up and just try not to think about what had happened. As he drags his hands down his face with a groan, he can feel the cloth of the bandages on his hand against his cheek.]

[Oh. He's still in this form, huh?]

[He looks down at his hands. Honestly, this is probably the longest he's ever been like this. Back where he came from, Transcension only lasted for a few minutes or so until all his energy had been used up. Here, he was able to activate it without going all the way. He flexes his fingers, twisting himself to look at his reflection in the vanity mirror.]

[Goodness, he looks monstrous, what with those teeth and glowing eyes. Almost comical too, with how big he is compared to the bed frame. He shouldn't keep this going. Luckily, the transformation back is much easier - magic wafts out of him as he shrinks with a sharp gasp, his hair darkening back to its mousy brown color and his coat changing back swiftly to his usual purple trenchcoat. He stares back at the mirror. It's blurry, but it's now his familiar reflection again. Which feels...strange. For a moment, it feels like what he just was was the original, and this is just another form he's shifted over to...]

[He shakes his head. He can't think of that kind of nonsense. He reaches into his coat pocket...and his fingers meet air. He frowns, checking his other coat pocket. Nothing. He stands up to pat over his coat and pants. It's not here.]

[Wait, where did he-?]

[Oh...oh no.]

Mettaton! [He's going to rush for the door to hopefully catch the robot, but whoops! He's already gone.]

Oh, damn it all...!

[What a great way to end such a tumultuous event. SO GREAT.]