The video cuts on. Mettaton is sitting at a desk, hunched over himself and coughing into his hands. Papers are scattered about the desk. One of them is in view, with the same symbol from previous entries drawn over it multiple times.
s̸͓̊͒̍t̸̬͉͍̍̽͝ạ̷͉̈́̒̾͜ṭ̴̲̦̆͋͝ĭ̴̛̖̳̀c̵͕͐͋,̴̛͎̝̎͝ ̶̻͓̈́̇c̵̨͈͙̀o̶̤͔̓̀͘ͅñ̴͚t̷̙̕͘į̴͍͙͑̊ń̸̮̲̇ǔ̶̗͝ǒ̶͓̳u̴̖̜̟̇̇ś̶͍̯̻ ̶̡̣̈́͂ͅš̶̪͇͎̈́t̷̺̯̜̅̕a̶̯͗́͠ṭ̸̀̕i̵̢̥̱̍͐̕č̸͖̖͈͂
The screen gets darker, y̷̧̙̼̔e̶̛͙͇̥t̵̼̅́͐͜ ̵̡͔̫͗̈́̾d̴̨̳̿̓ä̵̦̞̘́͝r̴̗͓͖̀k̷͍̎e̴̪̬̊̿͆r̸̝̽̑̎,̸̧̹͈̇ ̸̤͈̔̀̿ḋ̴̝̟̤a̸̡͛r̵̛͎̼̠k̸̭̥̔e̸̱̗̾͝ṛ̸̦̋̄͂,̴̮͎͙̿̿̇ ̸̝̜̑ḍ̵̢̪̑a̶̧̨̯͐́ŕ̸͍̐̉͜k̷̮̆̊ė̷̹̺̅͜r̸̗̫͆
Then it turns black.
[This is after Mettaton told me Papyrus and Frisk went missing. He's drawing the same stuff on papers that I had found in Burgerpants house before.]
[He does this for hours. There's no evidence of him searching for Frisk or Papyrus. I think he might've lied about wanting to find them.]
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Marble Hornets x UnderTale
FanficA series of entries about a film a certain robot had been working on. But then, something went wrong. Very wrong.
