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Backdated to the second night, action!

[gainedlove]

'Maroon' is not a deck on this ship.

Really, they should have realized that when Chara first told them, but Frisk had been very rattled by that first conversation. By the time they'd realized it was far too late to even try to figure out where Chara had gotten to. So they take a leaf out of Papyrus' book and start by...checking every barracks deck.

First they start with the rooms labeled seven on each floor, trusting that Chara had at least been right about that much. Having already checked Nomo and Moro, they've come up to Mero certain that they have it right this time! Smiling and squaring their shoulders, they give the door a few knocks.

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Asriel's second night was a lot quieter, and much less emotionally exhausted. But he hadn't really left his room much, only when he was hungry or wanted some time alone to explore the ship. Everything was still so overwhelming, so many unanswered questions and worries...

The knock wakes him up out of a nap, and the young monster untangles himself out of the mess of blankets he piled up in his new egg bed. He wraps one of the blankets around himself like a cape before he groggily answers the door.

"Hello...?"

He blinks, looking a little confused when he recognizes the child in front of him. How did Frisk find him?

"Oh Frisk! Howdy! What are you doing out here?"

March 20nd - Text

[heart_breaking]

I got chocolate in the mail. Would you like some?

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YES DEFINITELY!!

How much did you get, Chara? Are you sure you're gonna have enough to share?

[Asriel's thinking three or four bars of it. That's a reasonable amount of chocolate to get in the mail, right?]

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Continued from here

It's the truth, but it aches anyway. But there's something else there, festering as Chara speaks.

Confusion.

Chara shouldn't know anything about Flowey. And the piercing gaze makes him wonder if Frisk said anything - no, no, Frisk wouldn't. But how would they know? They were gone, and the only human in the Underground that knew was...

"...Yeah, I did. I couldn't anymore, when Frisk showed up."

There's a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but he continues on anyway. If Chara knows what he did as Flowey, there was no need to hold back anymore information regardless of how he felt.

"When I absorbed the six souls, I had that power back for a little while but... in the end, I couldn't defeat Frisk. And now that power is gone for good. ...In a way, I'm glad it is."

May 4th

[inruins]

What did the duck say to the bartender?

May 4th

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[Ohhh boy. Asriel doesn't even have to read who sent the text to know who this is.]

I don't know. What did the duck say to the bartender?

after the escape attempt/before the attacks

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[A knock at the door alerts Asriel to someone outside. However, when he goes to check there's only a neatly-folded shirt and a handwritten note.

The shirt reads ASRIEL FAN CLUB and sports a picture of his smiling face done in neon pink and orange puff paint.

As for the letter?]

PRINCE ASRIEL!

I HOPE YOU ARE FEELING BETTER THESE DAYS! I, PAPYRUS, HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU!

DON'T WORRY IF YOU CAN ACCEPT SUCH A FASHIONABLE ITEM, FOR YOU SEE, I HAVE ONE JUST LIKE IT! WEAR IT SOMETIMES, AND REMEMBER, IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO BE A COOL GUY!

YOUR FRIEND,
PAPYRUS

DELIVERY

[mailcall]

On the morning of July 16th, Asriel will receive a copy of Kevin Flynn’s book Digital Gaming: Programming Tomorrow’s Arcade Classics. (Back cover). The book contains the autobiographical reflections of the author, apparently the “Creator of the #1 Video Game in America,” Kevin Flynn, about his work. Two example pages can be seen here and here.

Text - 9/25 - afternoon

[mttbrandlegs]

HELLO ASRIEL!

I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I'VE SOUGHT ASSISTANCE WITH REGARDS TO MAINTENANCE. :) SINCE YOU WERE CONCERNED ABOUT ME BEING SICK!

ALSO HOW ARE YOU TODAY? ISN'T IT SO MUCH BETTER TO BE BACK HERE ON THE SHIP???

Text - 9/25 - afternoon

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That's great! Do you feel better, or are you still sick?

And I'm doing better now! I'm happier being back on the ship, that's for sure. I don't think I wanna leave it for a while...

Oh yeah!! My horns are starting to look like real horns now!

10/19, evening

[mttbrandlegs]

asriel help me im dying

[Well. That escalated quickly.]

10/19, evening

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[How do you give a goat a heart attack PROBABLY BY MAKING POSTS LIKE THIS.]

what??? Mettaton where are you?

Late Nov, still in the timeslip

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton knows he's not okay. As a result of his prior behavior, and the result of his prior contact with Frisk, he's pretty much given up on talking to most people.

Again.

But he can't stop talking to Asriel. If anything, all he can do is continue apologizing to the kid. He's been doing it off and on or a while, to the point where it's probably tiring. But somehow, apologizing repeatedly is something he knows, something familiar.

It's not him, really, but it still feels very familiar. He latches onto it because...he doesn't know what else to do.

It's evening when he shows up to Asriel's transporter, a small box in his hands and an uncomfortable look in his eye. If it's possible for a robot to look haunted, then he's definitely pulling it off. But the expression fades into something slightly more convincing eventually. He has to make it look good.]

Asriel? Sweetie, are you here?

Late Nov, still in the timeslip

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[Asriel hasn't been okay either. Between seeing multiple timelines that he knows he didn't create, Frisk freaking out, and the overwhelming guilt he felt after Mettaton learned the truth about him. And now he was trying to get a transporter ready for "going home", if that was even possible at this point.

As much as Asriel tried to distract himself by obsessely checking his transporter and making preparations for evacuation, he's been trying to come to terms with the possibility that these could be his last few days as a monster.

Hr can't stand it. It's enough to make him want to just fly off and never come back, but there's absolutely nowhere for him to go where he'll be any safer or happier.

And Mettaton had been trying his best to carry on as usual - even apologizing to Asriel when he should be the one apologizing instead. Not that it's going to make up for betraying him.

When he hears Mettaton's voice, he doesn't move to go greet him right away. Instead, the ship's hatch lowers with a hiss. Once it's fully lowered, a very exhausted-looking Asriel climbs out.

Once he sees him, he forces a smile.]

Howdy, Mettaton! Want to come in?

Jan 5th, after speaking with Chara

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton had taken a day to really think about what had happened between him and Chara, of course. It wasn't...positive, but it wasn't negative either, so he didn't see any reason to hide it.

Honestly...he wanted to talk about it because he was still aggravated about how the conversation initially went, but...also he wanted Asriel to know that he may have gotten through this time...maybe.

Probably not, but...slight chance.

So he sent a message through the TABs to his friend, short and to the point.]

HI DARLING!!! ARE YOU BUSY? I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING BUT TEXT SEEMS SO IMPERSONAL...:(

[It's probably not the first time Mettaton's splintered off from Asriel while the boy was sleeping--he couldn't sleep, and staying in one place too long made him anxious nowadays. So...this probably wasn't that weird, him wanting to meet up once morning came.

He didn't have anything better to do than be near his friend.]

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[Asriel is... still a little sleepy, but the message stirs him awake.]

I'm not busy. Did you want to meet somewhere?

[There's no "please help i'm dying" message this time, so Asriel remains hopeful nothing terrible happened to Mettaton while he went off on his own.]

text

[mttbrandlegs]

so

you probably noticed what he said on the network right?

[Translation: fuck fuck fuck I saw you respond to it FUCK

BUCKY WHY]

text

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[It doesn't take Asriel too long to figure out what network post Mettaton is talking about. The only one that mentioned "slavers" and "robots" in practically the same sentence.

There's still some hesitation before Asriel responds.]

i did

i was worried for a little bit that something happened

but it seemed like he was doing it just be nice?

[Mettaton probably saw what Asriel said, but maybe not. Maybe he didn't. So he's not going to bring it up.]

Backdated to like...the 8th

[mttbrandlegs]

DO YOU EVER GET TIRED OF PEOPLE LEAVING?

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I haven't had it happen for a little while.

[Asriel does a quick check though - no, Frisk is still there. And Mettaton is probably not referring to Chara.]

Who left?

4/28

[mttbrandlegs]

DO YOU MIND COMING OVER TO MY HOUSE FOR A LITTLE WHILE?

I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING IMPORTANT.

AND

I'M SORRY FOR IGNORING YOU ASRIEL...EVEN IF IT WAS A SHORT WHILE, IT WASN'T NICE. IT WASN'T FAIR.

PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU.

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ok, i'll be over in a little bit

[The response comes fast. And it's followed by a second text.]

it's ok. i'm sorry i made you mad

[Asriel was upset, but he probably doesn't have any reason to be. It was his fault. It had to be, right?]

Text - after the shitty robot gives shitty news

[mttbrandlegs]

SWEETIE

DO YOU NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE?

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[Haha, did Mettaton also hear what was gonna happen to Asriel? He must've, if he's getting this message.

God, he's so scared. And he has no idea what to do. His siblings keep looking at him like he's going to shatter apart at any given moment and he's not sure if he won't.]

I'm not sure what there is to talk about.

You heard what's going to happen, didn't you? Not really a whole lot I can do.

[Yes he needs someone to talk to he's currently huddled in a corner of his room with his arms wrapped around himself.]

Text, 5/23 ITS ME AGAIN

[mttbrandlegs]

Asriel

Are you alright?

[Simple. To the point. About all Mettaton can manage.]

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im okay

[No he's not but no one can tell over text.

If Mettaton's texting him, then Asriel is gonna assume he's not being controlled anymore. And that's a small relief.]

what about you?

5/24

[mttbrandlegs]

Asriel

[Tell me you're here.

Speak.

Say something.

Help me. God, please help me.]

what is today?

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[Asriel's reply is thankfully quick. He's got plenty of time to text while he's healing.]

it's the 24th

why? is something going on?

6/1, right after the fog warning

[notglitching]

Request data.

Location/status?

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we're still in region five, but we're getting ready to leave soon.

what is going on? chara won't say anything except something about going on vacation

After Australia Planet Shenanigans

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton felt just as useless being transported as he had when he'd initially fallen down, but he's happy that help came at all for him and Asriel.

The more time that passes, the more he realizes he...may not ever move again, at least not until he dies and revives...if he's afforded that benefit this time. Thankfully, the Savrii that collect them both are kind enough (must be hard, choking down all those nasty thoughts about people like them) to help settle him near a plug, and they even help make him comfortable in Rinzler's home. Or at least...as comfortable as one could get in such a place.

He's just a dumb, dying robot though, so he has no complaints.

Just fears.

Once the Savrii are gone, Mettaton pointedly tries to avoid Asriel's gaze, because he feels...shame? Fear? Anxiety?

Maybe all of those. He's...not going to be the one that starts the conversation here. He can't. All those emotions make him feel as if he doesn't deserve to speak to Asriel, whether that's the only thing he can do or not.]

...

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[Asriel, likewise, isn't much for talking either. He's still somewhat hung up on their last conversation, and now...

Even with Mettaton charging, he doesn't seem to be moving still. Deep down, he knows what it is. He knows what this is. But he can't accept it. Not this.

He tries to busy himself a little, checking Mettaton for injuries and downing a glass of water that was offered to him earlier. But after a little while...]

Mettaton... do you need anything?

Action on 6/14, afternoon

[mttbrandlegs]

[Coming back from the dead had been just as discomforting as the very first time he'd experienced it. And just like the last time, he was loathe to be seen by pretty much anyone the way he was. There were so few who understood what they were looking at, and he sorely hopes that anyone who might have found it out no longer remembered.

Except Asriel...because he's perfectly comfortable showing the most hated part of himself. Which is, ironically, himself.

And yet, he finds himself secreting away behind the young boss monster from time to time, aywhere but Rinzler's home, of course. The program probably had a way to tell that Mettaton was lurking.

Here, in the light of the afternoon, Mettaton's transparent form blends a bit. But in the shade...the pink is unmistakable.

So he endeavors to avoid shade.

For a while, he trails after Asriel, slowly approaching the boss monster. Closer and closer, but his cowardice doesn't let him call out for a very, very long time.

He doesn't even know how long it is before he finally floats close to Asriel's side, quietly murmuring the kid's name in his voice. The voice that's not him.]

Asriel...?

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[Asriel's days hadn't gone any better since Mettaton's death. Chara nearly died, Asriel had lost sight in his left eye, and it was only because of Shiro that neither one of them ended up as lunch for two giant spiders. After returning home, he made sure to keep checking up on Mettaton's body. It took some help, but he managed to get it moved to a nearby couch so that whenever Mettaton did come back, he wouldn't have to come back to his body abandoned and forgotten in a corner.

There wasn't really much to do outside, other than Asriel getting some fresh air and trying to sort out his thoughts. Tomorrow, he'd probably go to that planet full of Programs and AI. Maybe he'd... actually fit in there?

Like he fits in anywhere anymore.

The voice from behind startles him out of his thoughts, enough for him to let out a surprised squeak. It's familiar, but it's been a while since Asriel's heard that voice, so it's hard to place it at first. He turns suddenly, catching a faint shade of pink...]

Mettaton-!

[Is it him? It's hard to see him at first, especially out of a bad eye. But he turns quickly, and it's not a pretty sight. White fur is missing on the left side of his face, replaced by an pink splotchiness where it looked like something was thrown and splattered across his face. He opens his left eye, and there's an unusual glossiness to it that shouldn't be there.

When he speaks again, he sounds a little desperate.]

Mettaton, is that you...?

//casually drops Arc 2 endplot here

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton isn't sure what he expected as they descended the spiraling steps down to the lower sections of this complex. He did at least aspire to find the Intermediaries, and even if he doesn't have "Mother's" blessing to protect him, hopefully he can still manage to rip their throats out.

His only goal besides that is to act as enforcer to Asriel. FIGHTing is what Mettaton's good at, and he will continue doing it until his heart hardens even to the young goat monster. Part of him hates the thought of such an occurrence...but it is inevitable.

Just as inevitable as reaching the end of this hall, and having the surroundings light up substantially. At last...he can see something to hurt.

Something to kill...

Asriel remains nearby, of course, but it's Mettaton running point now, so he only glances back at the young boss monster to affirm that he should stay back--

--and then suddenly...his eye widens and his stance becomes so defensive, so infuriated, that should Asriel realize it, he'd do best to move out of the way...

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[Asriel's still thankful to have Mettaton close by, despite the occasional coldness he's been feeling from Mettaton as of late. He can't really place his finger on what's going on, but - these last couple of months have been rough on them all as of late.

Asriel's about to let Mettaton go on ahead, but he sees that sudden, familiar and furious expression.]

M-Mettaton?!

[He sounds alarmed, but he'll move if he thinks he's in danger.]

text; encrypted

[alan_1]

Asriel? It’s Alan. There’s something important I need to speak about with you.

Can we talk in-person?

text; encrypted

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sure, that's ok.
where do you want to meet?