Mettaton sputtered for a second, before electricity ran over his surface, and he returned into his cube form. Turning on his face, he looked around, seeing that a human had been repairing him. Immediately leaping to his feet, Mettaton struck a pose, with two finger guns pointed at where the anomaly had been. [color=ed1c24]"KABLOWIE! TASTE THAT, YA FRICKIN'... THING!"[/color] Asgore sighed [color=0072bc]"Oh good, now we won't hear the end of this."[/color]

Mettaton then turned to Erion, throwing his hand far above his head, before violently throwing it down, to reveal a thumbs up. [color=ed1c24]"THANKS FOR THAT DARLING, I'D HAVE BEEN IN A BIT OF A SPOT THERE."[/color] He then jumped up, turning towards the group, engaging his jetpack, and flying over, landing to Asgore's right.

Hearing the bats talk about Frisk having gone back underground, both Asgore and Mettaton put fingers under their chins, trying to think of a plan. Upon hearing David's speech, Asgore frowned for a second before putting on his usual smile. [color=0072bc]"Alright then, I'll stay up her-"[/color] Immediately barging into the conversation came Mettaton, slamming side first into Asgore and holding up a finger. [color=ed1c24]"YOU WON'T NEED TO CARRY THE OTHERS, I CAN FLY, REMEMBER? I'M SURE I COULD CARRY ALL OF YOU DOWN, AND I COULD FILM THE GOINGS-ONS!"[/color] Asgore was not pleased with being thrown to the side, but he didn't do anything about it. Mettaton rolled over to the hole, standing in front of it and holding his arms out to the sides. [color=ed1c24]"TAKE A SEAT, AND THE METTAVATOR WILL TAKE YA' DOWN!"[/color]