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thisavrou_log2016-10-30 10:06 pm
mttbrandlegs) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-30 10:06 pm
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Species Swap extra catch-all
Who: Mettaton and...whoever!
When: First prompt: Day 1 of humanity. Second prompt: ffff later in the week of humanity. May add more stuff if I want to experiment further with the humanity thing!
Where: Medbay and rec room respectively
What: First prompt: Recovering in bed after losing a lot of blood + getting some cuts tended to. Basically he can't move and so he'll just make conversation with anyone in passing. Second prompt: Mettaton suddenly realizes he's acquired an irrational fear; loud sounds, including voices. Including his own voice...which is awkward.
Warnings: Mostly gonna warn for MTT experiencing debilitating anxiety in the second prompt.
A. Recovery is BORING
So about that whole plan of letting Liquid drink his blood twice in a row; Mettaton's come to the realization that his decision was a stupid one. Somewhere between getting carried by a sudden vampire to the Medbay and actually arriving, everything's a little fuzzy. In fact, he must have passed out, because the next time Mettaton woke up, he was in bed feeling quite exhausted.
There was no point in moving--he wasn't going to be allowed to leave with his level of blood loss, at least not until he'd recovered appropriately. That meant sitting still for long enough to recover, and also that he needed to eat and drink whatever was placed near him.
Drinking and snacking were fine; he was all about new experiences! But laying there at the mercy of his own human body? That was bullshit.
This is bullshit.
Should anyone he doesn't really know much show up, then he'll likely be looking for a little small talk.
"Good...afternoon is it? What brings you to mingle among the sick or temporarily invalid~? Did you just want to keep little old me some compnay~? How sweet!!"
Or something to that effect.
However, should it be someone he knows...Mettaton is going to try and hide himself away. Because on some level, this really is an embarrassing state of affairs. First day you're human, you end up in the ship clinic? Yikes. Double yikes for the bandaging around his neck. Triple yikes for the bandages everywhere else on him, which was his arms and face. Also one of his legs, but no one can see that since the covers are hiding it.
B. MTT's House of Jumpscares
[[OOC: This prompt has several options! You can have your character intervene in any part of this prompt where there's a chance to run into him!]]
Humanity did have its catches, Mettaton found, but on the whole, he'd been enjoying his first three days as a living creature, specifically a human one.
Apparently that wasn't to last, though. And it didn't even start in subtle, either. He was minding his own business mostly, reacquainting himself with the Moira's halls and checking for the new faces, when suddenly the sound of something heavy falling to the ground came to his ears. Normally, such things didn't bother him; after all, he was used to running shows with loud effects, most of the practical and very close by.
But when he hears that sound, he actually jumps noticeably, then stiffens in a defensive crouch. He's...never felt fear this intense over something so simple, and yet he can't stop his heart from racing or stop that uncomfortable twist of dread. Mettaton turns, glaring behind him for the source of the sound. Even something as innocuous as dropping a broom would raise the same irate response:
"Would you mind?! That was--I mean, it was really...loud."
He sounds uncertain, perhaps a little out of breath? Definitely scared. And the more he spoke, the more he sounded unsure, and the quieter his voice got. Even his own vexation was causing him stress.
This would not be the only incident. And as it turned out, Mettaton wasn't exactly handling it well. His usual response to negativity and fear was to get angry and loud, but as soon as he reacted as he always did, he could swear that something bad was going to happen. Like he needed to stop talking or else...
...Or else what? He didn't know. It was just terrifying, and he couldn't push that feeling away. It was doubly frustrating because this wasn't him at all. He wasn't like this, he didn't get scared of sounds. Of his own voice! God, how pathetic was that?
Perhaps the biggest mistake was pretending this wasn't happening to him, as he often did, and trying to go about his normal day. This attempt brought him to the Hub, which was...to put it simply?
A mistake.
Someone was already in there, and all of the soundproofing in the world couldn't dampen the noise that they were making. As soon as he got close enough for the bass to cut through the walls, muffled as it was, he froze, glancing at the door. He was so close...so close to doing something normal...but the former robot couldn't take the assault to his senses. Not at this time, he just--he couldn't.
He lets out a distressed noise before turning on his heel and running as if the devil was at his heels--at least for a minute. Because as he ran, he kept thinking, wondering why this was happening. He had never been frightened of sounds, was this a human weakness? What was he scared of? Would it go away? Would he be stuck like this?
His breathing quickened as he considered that scenario, and that being scared of noise would ruin everything for him. It would rob him of his identity and everything he knew he could do. Then what?! He would be a friendless, talentless hack with no future. That thought building upon itself pushed him over the edge, and he ducked into the first place where he could try to destress.
The garden, as it so happened.
He doesn't attempt to scope his surroundings or avoid anyone--not because he doesn't want to of course, but because he can't. As soon as he's in the garden area, he presses himself against the wall, trying to control his breathing, trying to stop himself from shaking uncontrollably and most of all, trying to tell himself this wasn't really happening, and if it was...it wasn't permanent.
But Mettaton couldn't resolve that in himself like he could resolve most other fears. Maybe it was everything he'd been through, or maybe feeling such an overload from all the extra senses he experienced as a human was too overwhelming. Either way, he can't calm down. He can't make this better with positive thoughts.
And if anyone's in the same area as he is, they'll find him with his hands over his ears, hyperventilating and looking uncharacteristically pale and sweaty. Someone is not having a good time right now.
When: First prompt: Day 1 of humanity. Second prompt: ffff later in the week of humanity. May add more stuff if I want to experiment further with the humanity thing!
Where: Medbay and rec room respectively
What: First prompt: Recovering in bed after losing a lot of blood + getting some cuts tended to. Basically he can't move and so he'll just make conversation with anyone in passing. Second prompt: Mettaton suddenly realizes he's acquired an irrational fear; loud sounds, including voices. Including his own voice...which is awkward.
Warnings: Mostly gonna warn for MTT experiencing debilitating anxiety in the second prompt.
A. Recovery is BORING
So about that whole plan of letting Liquid drink his blood twice in a row; Mettaton's come to the realization that his decision was a stupid one. Somewhere between getting carried by a sudden vampire to the Medbay and actually arriving, everything's a little fuzzy. In fact, he must have passed out, because the next time Mettaton woke up, he was in bed feeling quite exhausted.
There was no point in moving--he wasn't going to be allowed to leave with his level of blood loss, at least not until he'd recovered appropriately. That meant sitting still for long enough to recover, and also that he needed to eat and drink whatever was placed near him.
Drinking and snacking were fine; he was all about new experiences! But laying there at the mercy of his own human body? That was bullshit.
This is bullshit.
Should anyone he doesn't really know much show up, then he'll likely be looking for a little small talk.
"Good...afternoon is it? What brings you to mingle among the sick or temporarily invalid~? Did you just want to keep little old me some compnay~? How sweet!!"
Or something to that effect.
However, should it be someone he knows...Mettaton is going to try and hide himself away. Because on some level, this really is an embarrassing state of affairs. First day you're human, you end up in the ship clinic? Yikes. Double yikes for the bandaging around his neck. Triple yikes for the bandages everywhere else on him, which was his arms and face. Also one of his legs, but no one can see that since the covers are hiding it.
B. MTT's House of Jumpscares
[[OOC: This prompt has several options! You can have your character intervene in any part of this prompt where there's a chance to run into him!]]
Humanity did have its catches, Mettaton found, but on the whole, he'd been enjoying his first three days as a living creature, specifically a human one.
Apparently that wasn't to last, though. And it didn't even start in subtle, either. He was minding his own business mostly, reacquainting himself with the Moira's halls and checking for the new faces, when suddenly the sound of something heavy falling to the ground came to his ears. Normally, such things didn't bother him; after all, he was used to running shows with loud effects, most of the practical and very close by.
But when he hears that sound, he actually jumps noticeably, then stiffens in a defensive crouch. He's...never felt fear this intense over something so simple, and yet he can't stop his heart from racing or stop that uncomfortable twist of dread. Mettaton turns, glaring behind him for the source of the sound. Even something as innocuous as dropping a broom would raise the same irate response:
"Would you mind?! That was--I mean, it was really...loud."
He sounds uncertain, perhaps a little out of breath? Definitely scared. And the more he spoke, the more he sounded unsure, and the quieter his voice got. Even his own vexation was causing him stress.
This would not be the only incident. And as it turned out, Mettaton wasn't exactly handling it well. His usual response to negativity and fear was to get angry and loud, but as soon as he reacted as he always did, he could swear that something bad was going to happen. Like he needed to stop talking or else...
...Or else what? He didn't know. It was just terrifying, and he couldn't push that feeling away. It was doubly frustrating because this wasn't him at all. He wasn't like this, he didn't get scared of sounds. Of his own voice! God, how pathetic was that?
Perhaps the biggest mistake was pretending this wasn't happening to him, as he often did, and trying to go about his normal day. This attempt brought him to the Hub, which was...to put it simply?
A mistake.
Someone was already in there, and all of the soundproofing in the world couldn't dampen the noise that they were making. As soon as he got close enough for the bass to cut through the walls, muffled as it was, he froze, glancing at the door. He was so close...so close to doing something normal...but the former robot couldn't take the assault to his senses. Not at this time, he just--he couldn't.
He lets out a distressed noise before turning on his heel and running as if the devil was at his heels--at least for a minute. Because as he ran, he kept thinking, wondering why this was happening. He had never been frightened of sounds, was this a human weakness? What was he scared of? Would it go away? Would he be stuck like this?
His breathing quickened as he considered that scenario, and that being scared of noise would ruin everything for him. It would rob him of his identity and everything he knew he could do. Then what?! He would be a friendless, talentless hack with no future. That thought building upon itself pushed him over the edge, and he ducked into the first place where he could try to destress.
The garden, as it so happened.
He doesn't attempt to scope his surroundings or avoid anyone--not because he doesn't want to of course, but because he can't. As soon as he's in the garden area, he presses himself against the wall, trying to control his breathing, trying to stop himself from shaking uncontrollably and most of all, trying to tell himself this wasn't really happening, and if it was...it wasn't permanent.
But Mettaton couldn't resolve that in himself like he could resolve most other fears. Maybe it was everything he'd been through, or maybe feeling such an overload from all the extra senses he experienced as a human was too overwhelming. Either way, he can't calm down. He can't make this better with positive thoughts.
And if anyone's in the same area as he is, they'll find him with his hands over his ears, hyperventilating and looking uncharacteristically pale and sweaty. Someone is not having a good time right now.
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"Darling...no, that was stupid of me to say. You do not have to worry about trying to fix me, there's nothing that can fix me in this way, and you are doing your best just by being a friend. I don't know why loud noises upset me so--after all, aren't I one of the loudest people you know?"
He's trying to make this better. He's trying so hard.
"Um...I do not believe I wish to stay human. After all that has been said and done, I just want to be myself. Not a human. Not a ghost. Just me. Mettaton. Maybe that should be enough; I really ought to keep my head out of the clouds at this point."
Chatting like this at least has him getting back to normal. He's even speaking at a reasonable volume at last.
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"The loudest. That's why you're so cool."
He's trying to make Mettaton feel better too.
"I want you to just be Mettaton too. I don't care if you're a human, ghost, or a robot neither. I don't know why loud noises are bothering you right now - maybe you're getting sick. Or maybe the ship is doing something weird again, like how I got turned into a baby and an adult."
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"I am so grateful for your friendship. I know I must say that far too often, but it always bears repeating. Especially when you say such genuinely kind things to me."
Asriel probably doesn't realize how important it is to have someone say that they are happy to see him be himself. With the way things have been, and how uncomfortable Mettaton's been even in his robot body...it's nice to hear that he's still himself in some way.
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Asriel's happy to have Mettaton as his friend too. It was hard, watching everyone start to leave one by one. He's sure it's hard for Mettaton too. That's even more reason for them to stick together now. His face ends up pressed against Mettaton as he pulls him close.
"I'm glad we are friends though. But... I just want you to know, that it doesn't matter to me what kind of body you end up with - human, robot, or whatever. I just hope it's one you're happy with."
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Yet here Asriel was giving it to him. It didn't matter what sort of body he was in? Well, to Mettaton it was just a little deeper than that, but as far as being accepted for who he is, regardless of all else? That had been a difficult topic at times.
"Sometimes I wonder why I didn't put more stock in other monsters than I did in humans--my fellow monster are more accepting of each other. Humans cannot even accept themselves," he says quietly, clearly caught up in emotion.
After a little while, he sniffs and lets Asriel go, wiping his face. As he does, he realizes his hair is out of place and hastily covers his bad eye up again.
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As Mettaton refers to him as a "fellow monster", there's an odd sort of happiness that rises up in Asriel. Though months had passed since he regained his old body, he never felt like he had the right to call himself a "monster". He ruined that for himself once his soul was shattered.
Being called a monster again... it gives him a little bit of hope that he'll always be able to stay that way.
Asriel smiles kindly and holds out his hand.
"Do you want to go someplace where you can get some more rest? I'll even protect you from any loud noises we come across!"
Which he isn't sure how, especially considering that there's much larger, much louder robots on their floor. But he'll figure out something.
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...It's comforting.
"Yes, please. Wherever you think is fine," he says, and there's an implicit trust there. He truly feels comfortable in Asriel's presence and right now, although he's starting to feel better, Mettaton also feels strangely fragile. He's not used to experiencing such unadulterated terror over the mundane.
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"I could take you back to your room. Or you could stay with us for a while! Me and Frisk will be real quiet so you can rest."
Asriel's pretty sure that Frisk will understand. And maybe his mom could even do something to help Mettaton when they get there.
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"Your room..? Are you certain that your mother would be alright with that?"
He doesn't believe Toriel would be averse to his presence of course, but it wasn't terribly polite to have someone barge into your room uninvited by anyone but your son and crash, was it?
Mm...but he really could use the rest. Being terrified is apparently exhausting, and although he's not aware of just how much it shows, he can certainly feel it.
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... Asriel really does have to do better at asking for permission before he starts doing stuff. To his credit, he will send a quick text to her once they get going.
Besides, whatever Mettaton is going through, it sounds like something a Mom would be able to solve better than he can.
"I mean, you're pretty much one of us now, so it's fine!"
By "one of us", Asriel doesn't really mean just another monster. There's just Mettaton and the rest of the Dreemurr family now.
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His free hand rises to his chest; he feels as if his heart's going to burst free from it. It's such a strange but positive feeling, being accepted as part of someone's family. Him, the ghost who had abandoned his own cousin for his own selfish desires. He, who had attempted to murder a child to free only himself from the Underground.
He, who--as Kaworu had aptly put it--had surrounded himself with his fans and lapped up their praise in order to stave off the loneliness he had created for himself.
Without Napstablook on the Moira, he thought he'd had no family. And yet here Asriel said it so simply; he was part of a family now, wasn't he?
"One of you, huh?" he says quietly, smiling. "That's a privileged position for someone like me."