The sudden adrenaline rush had sucked the remaining energy you had left. With a huff, you crawled next to Mettaton, situating yourself on the bed next to him. However, before you let sleep take over, curiosity got the best of you. You reached up and gingerly brushed the bangs that always shielded his face away, and saw what they were hiding.
The hidden half of his face was discolored, almost like Alphys hadn’t finished it, or like it had been ripped away. In the place of where an eye should be was a pink crosshair.
So his perfectly crafted face was flawed.
Satisfied, you pressed a kiss to the crosshair and patted his bangs back down before lying back against the mattress, the thrum of Mettaton’s charging body lulling you into a deep sleep.