[At any other point, Mettaton might meet their sarcasm with his own, escalating the situation into something regrettable. But not this time. Instead, he keeps his response simple. And genuine.
He's not laughing. He does wait for them to finish though.]
You don't have to. You do not have to do anything that you don't want to, least of all because I might want it from you. In the grand scheme...my opinions are not important enough to dictate your actions, Chara.
[His words are even quieter than before, though still audible.]
[They are the humble servant. They are warped by the world, and they become the thing it wishes of them. The demon. The instrument of its own destruction. The villain, playing the all-consuming role. The future of humans and monsters. The End to that future.
Clasped hands, staring over the edge of the cauldron to hell.]
[For a child who insists on following the expectations placed on them, Chara certainly does rebel quite often against those expectations. Hell, they rebel against themselves too.
It's so tiring to be in proximity to. Chara, please.]
Hell, the world is rather pointless nowadays anyhow.
[Haha, where the fuck did that come from? Though to be fair, the prerequisite of falling down is to actually be in that bad a mental state, so can he really be blamed for being so negative?]
[A perfect, painted smile. Practically scripted, ha ha. Because there are certain flags, are there not, certain triggers that generate trees upon trees of dialogue. And only in one are pointless worlds mentioned.
Not that he would know. Not that he should. But Mettaton has been inserting himself into all manner of narratives that do not concern him, these days. What's one more?]
It seems that you and I are in rare agreement there.
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He's not laughing. He does wait for them to finish though.]
You don't have to. You do not have to do anything that you don't want to, least of all because I might want it from you. In the grand scheme...my opinions are not important enough to dictate your actions, Chara.
[His words are even quieter than before, though still audible.]
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[They are the humble servant. They are warped by the world, and they become the thing it wishes of them. The demon. The instrument of its own destruction. The villain, playing the all-consuming role. The future of humans and monsters. The End to that future.
Clasped hands, staring over the edge of the cauldron to hell.]
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[For a child who insists on following the expectations placed on them, Chara certainly does rebel quite often against those expectations. Hell, they rebel against themselves too.
It's so tiring to be in proximity to. Chara, please.]
Hell, the world is rather pointless nowadays anyhow.
[Haha, where the fuck did that come from? Though to be fair, the prerequisite of falling down is to actually be in that bad a mental state, so can he really be blamed for being so negative?]
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Not that he would know. Not that he should. But Mettaton has been inserting himself into all manner of narratives that do not concern him, these days. What's one more?]
It seems that you and I are in rare agreement there.