694 >Mew Mew: wake up

You wake up.  Your senses come back to you.  The ground is covered in robot parts.  Your skin with the oil that came from it.  You dislike it.  The sight, the feel, the smell.  You've always hated motor oil.  It all started when you were young.

You used to go to Snowdin Elementary.  One day, when you went to the bathroom, you accidentally locked yourself in the bathroom.  Crap, you thought.  You cried and cried for help, but there was nobody there.  Then, you noticed it.

Drip... Drip... Drip... The sound of oil, slowly dripping from above.  You looked at the origin.  A loose panel in the ceiling, and beside it, a big can of motor oil.  There had already been a pool from its drippage not too long before you entered the bathroom, but it was insignificant to the thing you felt.

It started with the hair; a thick black ooze covered the hair like butter on bread.  Then the ears; seeping down into your canals, deafening you with every drip.  Then it got into your fibrous skin, it soaked and seeped deep within, bleaching the down inside.  Then it got to your clothes, and by that point.  Then as you cried and cried for help, it entered your mouth.  They always talk about the smell, never the taste.

By the time you were saved by somebody, you were completely covered in cargovroom.  From that day, you pledged not to ever go near the engine of a car, for fear of that oil covering you.

Along with the oil, you notice Napstablook

>Mew Mew: become dumbfounded