I have no idea. It seems no one here is overly fond of being stabbed, burned, or otherwise bled out.
[They're currently hunched in a small crook of an alley-like alcove, as if that might shield them from the chaos of their own making. There's a distant cry, the metallic hum of a voice that is both glaring and familiar, and they add:]
I stand corrected.
Mettaton is nearby. As I'm sure you're aware, he's a difficult monster to miss.
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[They're currently hunched in a small crook of an alley-like alcove, as if that might shield them from the chaos of their own making. There's a distant cry, the metallic hum of a voice that is both glaring and familiar, and they add:]
I stand corrected.
Mettaton is nearby. As I'm sure you're aware, he's a difficult monster to miss.