Several hours, you believe... but I know a thing or two about being a robot in Geardagas. I'll be over in two clicks of my lovely heels, and the call of my name. 💖
[(Whether Connor actually calls his name or not.)
That is to say, Mettaton knows well what happens to any mechanical being in this place: whatever functions they possess are reduced in predictability. Mettaton's understanding of his own features and functions were poorer than most robots to start, and now he can barely figure out when his battery's going to end. The accelerated rate of the un-bound Mirrorbound (???) could only suggest that Connor might be experiencing much the same...
if a Vampire's death process even follows the rules of mechanical power.
Mettaton isn't lying when he says he'll be over with haste, as he is a Puca, quick on his feet. ...Heels or not. And while he's the type to normally make a boisterous entrance under most circumstances, he doesn't—not for this occassion.
Connor will hear a good rap on the door before Mettaton lets himself in on cautious steps, making himself doubly known by word.]
Helloooo? Barracks room five, this is Mettaton... You remember me, I'm sure. Are you there?
[He doesn't quite let himself in yet though, waiting to hear from its resident—or to hear nothing at all. ...That Mettaton never asked for Connor's name doesn't even bother him. (He went an entire game not bothering to ask the main character for their name!)]
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[(Whether Connor actually calls his name or not.)
That is to say, Mettaton knows well what happens to any mechanical being in this place: whatever functions they possess are reduced in predictability. Mettaton's understanding of his own features and functions were poorer than most robots to start, and now he can barely figure out when his battery's going to end. The accelerated rate of the un-bound Mirrorbound (???) could only suggest that Connor might be experiencing much the same...
if a Vampire's death process even follows the rules of mechanical power.
Mettaton isn't lying when he says he'll be over with haste, as he is a Puca, quick on his feet. ...Heels or not. And while he's the type to normally make a boisterous entrance under most circumstances, he doesn't—not for this occassion.
Connor will hear a good rap on the door before Mettaton lets himself in on cautious steps, making himself doubly known by word.]
Helloooo? Barracks room five, this is Mettaton... You remember me, I'm sure. Are you there?
[He doesn't quite let himself in yet though, waiting to hear from its resident—or to hear nothing at all. ...That Mettaton never asked for Connor's name doesn't even bother him. (He went an entire game not bothering to ask the main character for their name!)]