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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 listens.
And he follows the explanation, at least insamuch as he understands the words and concepts and events described well enough to get by. Ghost monsters are a kind of being that are incomplete without a physical vessel.
But... how? He doesn't understand. What does this have to do with Mettaton's strange, jelly-like form now? Is he saying that something has made him incomplete....?
.....
Ah.
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"Ah, so anyway...the reason I am like this now is because I died here. I died on the ship and came back as a ghost, the way I used to be.
So I have to go through all those steps again."
He looks down, reaching a nubby "hand" up to rub at his eye.
"I don't..know if I can be happy enough again to fuse with my body like I had been. There's nothing happy about this place, and nothing to instill that level of catharsis in me."
Unless he could be so absolutely heartbroken that it counted as a powerful emotion, in which case he just had to lose some more friends right?
The thought makes him sob. It's not as if it's something he has the capacity to be ashamed of anymore, or at least right now. So openly wept like a child...because that's what he felt like...a child whose best friend had been ripped away from them. It's awful...his entire being aches. Is this what heartache feels like?