Entry #8
Nothing.
[The audio cuts out halfway through this recording, too. There's no visual tearing or anything like some of the others, but I don't understand what he's doing in this.]
Mettaton is shown hunching over a table, a black sharpie in hand as he scribbled down on a piece of paper on the table. The entire surface was covered in other papers that resembled the one he was working on, scribbled with creepy drawings of trees, a tall man, or a circle with an X through it. Some of them have words on them, but from the camera angle, it was unreadable. He seems determined to continue, ignoring his ringing phone from somewhere off camera.
Nothing again. The screen is black once more.
[That's all he does in the video.]
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