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thisavrou_log2016-08-30 10:06 pm
mttbrandlegs) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-30 10:06 pm
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But There Were Plans...
Who: Mettaton and OPEN
When: forward-dated to September 1st
Where: Various locations
What: Mettaton's found out that Papyrus is gone. He doesn't take it well.
Warnings: Sadness? Violence against walls?
Optional read of the day prior + realizing Pap is actually MIA
A. Something Lost
Mettaton's first reaction to finding out that Papyrus is no longer on the ship is pretty much par for the course given his personality. Rather than accept it as truth, he chooses to push that inevitability away.
He tells himself the MID must be malfunctioning and without another thought, he leaves his room and begins looking for the tall skeleton. He can be found in various places in the ship, asking anyone who cares to listen to him whether they've seen Papyrus. Someone has to have seen the guy, he's the Morale Officer and he just came out of cryo. Not only that, but Papyrus can't exactly hide, he's pretty tall!
The longer his search goes on, the more frantic Mettaton seems to get. At times, he can even be found furiously texting on his MID and unfortunately not looking where he's going, while also walking at a brisk pace.
B. Regret
Eventually, there isn't any way to deny it anymore. Mettaton knows that Papyrus isn't on the Moira any longer. And when he finally comes to that conclusion, Mettaton's reaction is initially very violent, and he punches a wall with enough force to nearly disable his already-malfunctioning arm. It's also enough force to leave a dent. He finds himself breathing erratically despite himself, and he uses the wall for support as he attempts to gather his thoughts and push his anger away.
Ultimately, he's unsuccessful in calming himself down and just disappears into the room adjacent to the sizable dent he's made in the wall. It's not occupied, and is actually pretty small. Maybe it was a storage room at some point.
Good. He can be alone. He's not ready to go back to his room, even though he'd left a plate of spaghetti on his bed which was likely confusing his roommates and/or irritating them.
Mettaton doesn't want to go back to his room. He doesn't wan't to work, or do anything that would mean acknowledgment of losing someone he cared about deeply and moving on from it. He...he couldn't bring himself to do that.
Things had been getting better. He'd cried with Asriel and begun to heal--just barely--from his ordeal in the Runoff. It didn't matter anymore though. Now he was back to square one.
Should anyone pass by the room he's in, there's a chance that they'll hear one of a handful of things:
Frustrated mumbling, downright yelling, crying...or eventually, the static rhythm of metal clanging on metal.
The last event is easily explained, as by late night, Mettaton's just taken to thumping his head on the wall out of sheer frustration. It doesn't hurt. It's just something to focus on.
C. Wildcard
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When: forward-dated to September 1st
Where: Various locations
What: Mettaton's found out that Papyrus is gone. He doesn't take it well.
Warnings: Sadness? Violence against walls?
Optional read of the day prior + realizing Pap is actually MIA
A. Something Lost
Mettaton's first reaction to finding out that Papyrus is no longer on the ship is pretty much par for the course given his personality. Rather than accept it as truth, he chooses to push that inevitability away.
He tells himself the MID must be malfunctioning and without another thought, he leaves his room and begins looking for the tall skeleton. He can be found in various places in the ship, asking anyone who cares to listen to him whether they've seen Papyrus. Someone has to have seen the guy, he's the Morale Officer and he just came out of cryo. Not only that, but Papyrus can't exactly hide, he's pretty tall!
The longer his search goes on, the more frantic Mettaton seems to get. At times, he can even be found furiously texting on his MID and unfortunately not looking where he's going, while also walking at a brisk pace.
B. Regret
Eventually, there isn't any way to deny it anymore. Mettaton knows that Papyrus isn't on the Moira any longer. And when he finally comes to that conclusion, Mettaton's reaction is initially very violent, and he punches a wall with enough force to nearly disable his already-malfunctioning arm. It's also enough force to leave a dent. He finds himself breathing erratically despite himself, and he uses the wall for support as he attempts to gather his thoughts and push his anger away.
Ultimately, he's unsuccessful in calming himself down and just disappears into the room adjacent to the sizable dent he's made in the wall. It's not occupied, and is actually pretty small. Maybe it was a storage room at some point.
Good. He can be alone. He's not ready to go back to his room, even though he'd left a plate of spaghetti on his bed which was likely confusing his roommates and/or irritating them.
Mettaton doesn't want to go back to his room. He doesn't wan't to work, or do anything that would mean acknowledgment of losing someone he cared about deeply and moving on from it. He...he couldn't bring himself to do that.
Things had been getting better. He'd cried with Asriel and begun to heal--just barely--from his ordeal in the Runoff. It didn't matter anymore though. Now he was back to square one.
Should anyone pass by the room he's in, there's a chance that they'll hear one of a handful of things:
Frustrated mumbling, downright yelling, crying...or eventually, the static rhythm of metal clanging on metal.
The last event is easily explained, as by late night, Mettaton's just taken to thumping his head on the wall out of sheer frustration. It doesn't hurt. It's just something to focus on.
C. Wildcard
[Got an idea for having your character happen upon Mettaton as he moves through the stages of grief in his ever-so-dramatic fashion? Want to see him fall out of his robo-body and cry for real as a small, grieving pink ghost?
The sky's the limit! Just PM me or hit me up on
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That's all he says. He leans forward, as if to curl into himself, and although there's no tears, he cries all the same. The way his breath catches and his shoulders heave could mean nothing else. Heh. He really was quite the creation.
"We can't have anything good. And if that's the case...if nothing I do will change the progression of these outcomes, then I quit."
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He can't go home with everyone. And those people he grew to care about here, they could vanish without warning. They could be tortured, subjected to slavery, killed or be forced to watch their loved ones die in front of them and... what? No one cared.
No one ever cared, and life aboard the ship carried on as normal. Pick up the pieces, move on or you can't go home.
He doesn't want to anymore. He wants to see Toriel and Frisk go home, and maybe selfishly he wants to squeeze every last bit of time he had left with them. But why? It'd just hurt more in the end. Where could he even go from here?
Back to being Flowey? He'd rather die.
"I don't want to go home. I just want this stupid place to disappear."
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This shouldn't be so all-encompassing. He's probably so stupid to go to pieces over losing Papyrus. But...it's not really just Papyrus is it? It's a little bit of everything. Hurting Papyrus, relying on him, and of course everything that had happened in July. Holding it in, concealing his hurt until finally, all it took was for his sweet, optimistic boyfriend to leave.
No, not only leave. He had woken up for just long enough to raise Mettaton's hopes. Mettaton didn't even blame Papyrus for it.
It was the will of the Ingress, and the will of this godforsaken ship.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry you found me like this. How can you ever be expected to grow and be happy with such a poor-minded fellow like me?"
The apology is real. Mettaton has no idea what prompts it, but he wouldn't take it back anyway. He doesn't have a shining opinion of himself right now.
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Asriel wasn't sure what that meant, but it sounded like an insult and Asriel didn't want Mettaton to insult himself when he's clearly just grieving. In response to Mettaton's hand on his own, his grip tightens a little.
He wants Papyrus to come back. He wants his sibling to come back. This ship brought the ones long dead back to life, and ripped them away just as easily.
"You're just sad. And I'm sad too. This ship keeps taking our friends away. It... it does whatever it wants to us, and everyone just expects us to move on like it never happened.
I'm sick of it and I hate this dumb ship."
Asriel feels a pang of guilt as he finishes his little rant.
"... I'm sorry. I'm real lousy at trying to make you feel better, huh?"
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Mettaton shifts a little, glancing at Asriel over his shoulder.
"This makes awkward conversation," he murmurs. Maybe he means the situation, or maybe he means his self-deprecating. Or, maybe he means looking back at Asriel.
As it turns out, it's the latter.
"Why don't you sit with me where I can see you. A hug...is always appreciated. But I would like a better view."
He tries to smile. It's painful. Just as painful as his attempts to normalize this conversation by making it mundane. It's a very shaky rationale.
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Does Asriel let go at Mettaton prompting him? His grip loosens, but... no, no he doesn't. What he does is shuffle around so that he's facing Mettaton's front instead. Does it make it harder to do so? Yes. Would it be easier if Asriel would just let go and move so that they're standing face-to-face? Of course.
He doesn't do that though. Just keeps his arms where they are and slides around awkwardly.
"..."
He doesn't care if this is weird.
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"Sadness is...such...an awful feeling..." he manages to get out between breaths. He considered shedding his robot form to cry real tears, but what would it matter? Real tears weren't going to bring Papyrus back, no matter how many he shed. He could make an image of Papyrus out of his own tears if he wanted, but that would hurt more...
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"Yeah, I know."
Asriel feels tears at the corners of his own eyes, and for a moment he wishes he could just stop being such a baby when someone else needed him.
"I could say 'I'm going to miss him too', but it wouldn't make anything feel better, would it? Saying stuff like that never made me feel any better.
... It's not fair. None of this is fair. We were all finally together, so why... why is it so hard to still be happy?"
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Mettaton closes his eye, and one arm slowly curls around Asriel. His left has gone all but defunct at this point.
"It's probably not even personal. Just bad luck, right? H..heh."
His shoulders sag as he all but gives up on thinking about this anymore. The longer he does, the more he regrets how long it took him to finally arrange a date. How awful it was that his only shows of affection to Papyrus short of endearing words and warm embraces were a scarf and a vacuum.
There is a very subtle change in how his soul glows. It...dims. Just slightly.
"I think I am going to stay here for a while."
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"That's okay. Do you want me to give you some time alone?"
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The date was still set up there. He couldn't really bear to see the effort he'd put into something ultimately futile. His heart was broken enough.
"Unless you want to leave? You aren't obligated to stay." A pause. "And I am sorry for how I treated you when you first found me."
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"Mm... okay, I'll stay a little while too. And it's okay, you don't need to apologize for that."
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"I do. Because you have been kind to me. I appreciate your generosity. It isn't as if you needed to help me as much as you have, since you've been upset yourself."
He smiles. Again a hollow expression because of how unbearably upset he is. But the meaning behind it is genuine.
"Sometimes I feel as if you are more well-adjusted than I am, darling."
Which isn't exactly a good thing. Mettaton's the adult here, right?
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He isn't any of the things that Mettaton describes, he just acts like he is. At least, that's how it feels like. He wasn't a good boy, he wasn't a good prince - not when he felt so conflicted about everything he did. Not when he had moments of feeling petty or vengeful.
"I'm really selfish, Mettaton. I don't... I don't want to stay on this ship. I can't go home, and I keep telling myself that I want to stay so that I can make sure everyone gets home safely.
But the truth is? I think I'm just scared of leaving."
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"Everyone is a little bit selfish. Some of us are very selfish. Some of us make mistakes. I could tell you so many of mine but...but I've made enough mistakes recently, and that itself might be one...talking about me that is."
Idly, his hand moves from hugging Asriel to simply resting on his head.
"My point is that I think you are generous and kind. You are not wrong for wanting to get away from this ship, nor also wanting to stay here to wring what little life out of it that you can.
And you are allowed to be frightened. Asriel, you're just a child. Any adult would be frightened of what you have experienced recently."
He is frightened. And he is an adult. Why wouldn't Asriel, a child, be scared?