Asriel Dreemurr (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pleasereset) wrote2017-05-28 09:51 pm
pleasereset) wrote2017-05-28 09:51 pm
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I'm really glad to hear it.
[He's really glad for that. As soon as he can faintly feel Mettaton lean against him, Asriel will try to nuzzle him a little with his nose. It's probably not as effective as it would be if Mettaton were more corporeal.]
Clu's really amazing. [Though Asriel couldn't tell him why if asked.] He fixed my disk to save me. I owe him my life.
[He's really glad for that. As soon as he can faintly feel Mettaton lean against him, Asriel will try to nuzzle him a little with his nose. It's probably not as effective as it would be if Mettaton were more corporeal.]
Clu's really amazing. [Though Asriel couldn't tell him why if asked.] He fixed my disk to save me. I owe him my life.
[Perhaps not as effective as the usual, but Mettaton appreciates it all the same, and his incorporeal form manages not to give, so he's clearly starting to get a better hold on his magic.]
Any friend of yours is a friend of mine...but I wouldn't have thought you so trusting of others with that which represents you. Clu must be very important.
[He still doesn't get how the identity disk came about, but here in space, there's not much he does fully understand. Maybe one day he'll ask more about it. But what he does know is that the disk fully represents Asriel and is a physical record of his being.]
Any friend of yours is a friend of mine...but I wouldn't have thought you so trusting of others with that which represents you. Clu must be very important.
[He still doesn't get how the identity disk came about, but here in space, there's not much he does fully understand. Maybe one day he'll ask more about it. But what he does know is that the disk fully represents Asriel and is a physical record of his being.]
He's really important!
[Or at least that's what his programming tells him and he's got no reason to question it.]
I should take you to meet him some time, since I need to find out if he can fix my eye anyway. Then you'll get to see how cool he is!
[Asriel could go on about Clu all day really.]
So... what do you plan to do now?
[Or at least that's what his programming tells him and he's got no reason to question it.]
I should take you to meet him some time, since I need to find out if he can fix my eye anyway. Then you'll get to see how cool he is!
[Asriel could go on about Clu all day really.]
So... what do you plan to do now?
[Mettaton wants to ignore that question. Because truthfully, he's got no plan at all. As it is, he does sidestep it pretty obviously.]
Well why don't we just talk some more about how things are? I must have missed a bit! How long was I gone? Was it only a few days like last time?
Are we able to go home yet, I wonder? We can't stay in Rinzler's home forever.
[It's very awkward there, alright? He got into a fight with the program, and that probably didn't help clearing the air. Dying? Even less so, Mettaton imagines.]
Well why don't we just talk some more about how things are? I must have missed a bit! How long was I gone? Was it only a few days like last time?
Are we able to go home yet, I wonder? We can't stay in Rinzler's home forever.
[It's very awkward there, alright? He got into a fight with the program, and that probably didn't help clearing the air. Dying? Even less so, Mettaton imagines.]
[It makes sense that Mettaton doesn't really have a plan when he's just come back so soon.]
You were gone for just a few days. And um, there's a new planet called "Earth 91c" and it's got all these Programs and AIs living on it. I was planning on going to see it soon...
[As for Mettaton's second question, he gives an apologetic look.]
Um, I don't think we can go home just yet unfortunately. Rinzler's been really nice about letting us all stay, but I would like to go back home soon.
[Mettaton feels a twinge of discomfort when Asriel mentions the new planet. He doesn't want to explore it, but...if Asriel was going to go, then Mettaton might just have to suck it up. He doesn't intend to let the young boss monster go alone.]
It's alright if we can't. You're right, Rinzler's been quite hospitable so far. And besides, I'm certain they'll clear the regions! We just have to wait a little longer...
[Well.
He almost sounds convincing...]
It's alright if we can't. You're right, Rinzler's been quite hospitable so far. And besides, I'm certain they'll clear the regions! We just have to wait a little longer...
[Well.
He almost sounds convincing...]
[Asriel doesn't expect Mettaton to follow him to a new planet, after what he's been through. If anything, Mettaton could use the rest... even if that's hard to do at Rinzler's home.
He rubs at the back of his head.]
Y-yeah! I'm sure they'll have it cleared soon enough.
Once it is cleared, do you want to stay with us for a few more days? We can move your body back home, but if you don't want to be alone... I um, I can stay over too if that'd be better.
[Chara and Mettaton both might not be very thrilled at the idea of spending more time in the same living space, which is why Asriel throws out the second option.]
He rubs at the back of his head.]
Y-yeah! I'm sure they'll have it cleared soon enough.
Once it is cleared, do you want to stay with us for a few more days? We can move your body back home, but if you don't want to be alone... I um, I can stay over too if that'd be better.
[Chara and Mettaton both might not be very thrilled at the idea of spending more time in the same living space, which is why Asriel throws out the second option.]
Oh...oh, it's alright, I'll move it. You needn't worry yourselves on my account. I did just...leave it there.
[The tone in his voice isn't...pleasant as he refers to his body. But even so, there's a twinge of discomfort. Small at first, but it catches, and the ghost averts his gaze downward. Since he is a ghost and has no pupils, the movement is subtle, but still noticeable compared to his usual body language.]
I wouldn't mind having you over, but of course...like I said, you needn't worry.
[Worry. Concern. Such admirable traits for someone who barely requires the attention. Just a pitiful snail farmer with a dream and no means. That's how he feels now, even though Mettaton knows much better than that. He made a life for himself.
One that ended in blood...]
[The tone in his voice isn't...pleasant as he refers to his body. But even so, there's a twinge of discomfort. Small at first, but it catches, and the ghost averts his gaze downward. Since he is a ghost and has no pupils, the movement is subtle, but still noticeable compared to his usual body language.]
I wouldn't mind having you over, but of course...like I said, you needn't worry.
[Worry. Concern. Such admirable traits for someone who barely requires the attention. Just a pitiful snail farmer with a dream and no means. That's how he feels now, even though Mettaton knows much better than that. He made a life for himself.
One that ended in blood...]
[Of course there's a reason to worry. You died.
That's the thought that runs through Asriel's mind, but he doesn't say it out loud.]
I don't mind. We were supposed to start doing fun things together, remember? And if you're not ready to go back to your body yet, then we'll help you move it back home. It'd be good to have it when you are ready-
[Asriel pauses, and his eyes get just a little bigger.]
Uh! Not that there's any rush whatsoever! Like I said, I don't care what body you have, so um...!
[Ugh, he's probably making this awkward already.]
That's the thought that runs through Asriel's mind, but he doesn't say it out loud.]
I don't mind. We were supposed to start doing fun things together, remember? And if you're not ready to go back to your body yet, then we'll help you move it back home. It'd be good to have it when you are ready-
[Asriel pauses, and his eyes get just a little bigger.]
Uh! Not that there's any rush whatsoever! Like I said, I don't care what body you have, so um...!
[Ugh, he's probably making this awkward already.]
[Mettaton seems to draw a breath--not that he needs to--and looks up with a saccharine little smile. Too sweet. Maybe a little unconvincing.]
You don't have to try so hard. You aren't insulting me. And we did talk about doing fun things--we still can!!
What did you, ah. What did you want to start with?
[He's asking quite a bit. Putting it on Asriel's shoulders as usual. But Mettaton's not entirely recovered from what had happened. He's back to being functionally immortal though, so all the sadness, all the despair...
He could shoulder it now. He just has to stay out of his body.]
You don't have to try so hard. You aren't insulting me. And we did talk about doing fun things--we still can!!
What did you, ah. What did you want to start with?
[He's asking quite a bit. Putting it on Asriel's shoulders as usual. But Mettaton's not entirely recovered from what had happened. He's back to being functionally immortal though, so all the sadness, all the despair...
He could shoulder it now. He just has to stay out of his body.]
[Honestly Asriel hasn't really been in the mood for "fun things" after watching Mettaton die, having Chara nearly die, losing his sight, and watching everyone around him throw a fit over Clu.
But Asriel tries to match the too sweet smile that Mettaton gives him. He doesn't pull it off as well though.]
Oh um...
[It feels like it's been so long since he's done a "fun thing", he's not really sure what to suggest.]
What about something simple? Like um... [Just think of something Asriel. Just something. You're not that far gone yet.]
A-aha, what if we just went for a walk for right now?
But Asriel tries to match the too sweet smile that Mettaton gives him. He doesn't pull it off as well though.]
Oh um...
[It feels like it's been so long since he's done a "fun thing", he's not really sure what to suggest.]
What about something simple? Like um... [Just think of something Asriel. Just something. You're not that far gone yet.]
A-aha, what if we just went for a walk for right now?
Sure, sweetheart. You'll need to forgive me for floating though. No legs, haha!
[Smooth. He totally nailed it.]
After everything that has happened recently, a walk doesn't sound terrible. I'll even stay on this side to help you see! We'll be a proper set of eyes.
[So saying, Mettaton puts himself level with Asriel's blind side. He doesn't intend to make fun so much as try to spin it less negatively.]
[Smooth. He totally nailed it.]
After everything that has happened recently, a walk doesn't sound terrible. I'll even stay on this side to help you see! We'll be a proper set of eyes.
[So saying, Mettaton puts himself level with Asriel's blind side. He doesn't intend to make fun so much as try to spin it less negatively.]
Thanks, Mettaton. I appreciate it, having one eye is kind of hard to get used to.
... I'm really glad you came back.
... I'm really glad you came back.
[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...
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...
[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.]
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.]
Oh. So it's my name now? I thought it was yours...
[Mettaton speaks coldly, like he's in control of this. But even his LOVE can't shield that one emotion; fear. It can't erase his apprehension or make his hands stop shaking, and it certainly can't erase the look of hatred on his face as he glancesdown up at...
...at himself. But it's not quite him. That curving grin, so familiar and yet not. The shadow's back to haunt him. Of course it is.]
Where?
[Despite the anger written on his face, he doesn't lash out or attack.]
Where is Asriel? Why can you not just leave us be? Do you hate him--do you hate me so much?
[Mettaton speaks coldly, like he's in control of this. But even his LOVE can't shield that one emotion; fear. It can't erase his apprehension or make his hands stop shaking, and it certainly can't erase the look of hatred on his face as he glances
...at himself. But it's not quite him. That curving grin, so familiar and yet not. The shadow's back to haunt him. Of course it is.]
Where?
[Despite the anger written on his face, he doesn't lash out or attack.]
Where is Asriel? Why can you not just leave us be? Do you hate him--do you hate me so much?
[Asriel takes a couple steps back, unsure of why Mettaton seems so upset with him all of a sudden.
Where is Asriel? Do you hate me so much?"
Who was he talking to?]
Mettaton, what are you talking about? I'm right here! I'm Asriel!
Where is Asriel? Do you hate me so much?"
Who was he talking to?]
Mettaton, what are you talking about? I'm right here! I'm Asriel!
[Mettaton stiffens. He doesn't...understand. The voice, the features...none of it looks right. But...it doesn't sound like him, either. It sounds...sounds like it really is Asriel. Maybe the tone is different, but the words...
No. He can't listen. It's not who he thinks.
It's a trick, and they'd just decided to show the wrong veneer is all. They were mixing things up--or maybe he was mixing things up.]
You're lying.
No. He can't listen. It's not who he thinks.
It's a trick, and they'd just decided to show the wrong veneer is all. They were mixing things up--or maybe he was mixing things up.]
You're lying.
No!! I wouldn't lie to you, Mettaton! It's me, please believe me!
[It's just like Chara, all over again. They didn't see the real Asriel either.
Maybe...
Maybe they weren't wrong?]
[It's just like Chara, all over again. They didn't see the real Asriel either.
Maybe...
Maybe they weren't wrong?]
Shut up...
SHUT UP!!
[Before he can think about it, Mettaton lashes out, swinging one of his arms in a swift outward arc.]
I may be broken in some ways, but my eyes and ears do not lie!! You will not hold me again!!!
[What if it's Asriel? What if it is? Who are you seeing? Why are you scared, Mettaton, why are you SCARED]
SHUT UP!!
[Before he can think about it, Mettaton lashes out, swinging one of his arms in a swift outward arc.]
I may be broken in some ways, but my eyes and ears do not lie!! You will not hold me again!!!
[What if it's Asriel? What if it is? Who are you seeing? Why are you scared, Mettaton, why are you SCARED]
[You will not hold me again.
Who did Mettaton really think he was? Did Mettaton think... he was some kind of prisoner to Asriel?
He's hurting because of you. Because he always has to look out for you. Because you're a painful reminder to him, to Frisk, to Chara-]
Stop it, Mettaton!! JUST STOP ALREADY!!
[Asriel doesn't run away from the arm swinging at him, but he does reach out his own arms to defend himself. He swats one of his hands in Mettaton's direction, sending a small round ball of fire in his direction.]
Who did Mettaton really think he was? Did Mettaton think... he was some kind of prisoner to Asriel?
He's hurting because of you. Because he always has to look out for you. Because you're a painful reminder to him, to Frisk, to Chara-]
Stop it, Mettaton!! JUST STOP ALREADY!!
[Asriel doesn't run away from the arm swinging at him, but he does reach out his own arms to defend himself. He swats one of his hands in Mettaton's direction, sending a small round ball of fire in his direction.]
[Mettaton staggers back when the fire flies towards him, and that...if nothing else...is telling. He has never been possessed of fire power. It's not his element.
It's Asriel's.
Why are you scared, Mettaton? Scared you might hurt him again?]
...I'm sorry.
[His voice is quiet, contrite.]
You...Asriel? You don't look...
[He clings to the hem of his scarf, averting his gaze so that his eyes can no longer show him falseties. So he doesn't have to see his shadow.]
It's Asriel's.
Why are you scared, Mettaton? Scared you might hurt him again?]
...I'm sorry.
[His voice is quiet, contrite.]
You...Asriel? You don't look...
[He clings to the hem of his scarf, averting his gaze so that his eyes can no longer show him falseties. So he doesn't have to see his shadow.]
I'm... I'm sorry, Mettaton.
[He's still a little shaken up, but he'd never hold that against his friend. There's a small pang of guilt there, for lashing out.]
Let's get out of here. I think this place is starting to mess with our heads.
[Asriel looks down at the floor for a moment. He looks back up to see Mettaton's form
shift into that of a man with a cruel smile, with a gash cut deep into his neck. Asriel let's out a startled cry before the image fades.
Like he was seeing a ghost.]
[He's still a little shaken up, but he'd never hold that against his friend. There's a small pang of guilt there, for lashing out.]
Let's get out of here. I think this place is starting to mess with our heads.
[Asriel looks down at the floor for a moment. He looks back up to see Mettaton's form
shift into that of a man with a cruel smile, with a gash cut deep into his neck. Asriel let's out a startled cry before the image fades.
Like he was seeing a ghost.]
It's not your fault, I--
[And now Asriel was alarmed by something. Mettaton's head whips back around, but the image is blurring again, this time into something less offensive, but still emotionally devastating.
He'd recognize that skeleton anywhere, and the sight makes Mettaton's SOUL go cold. God...he missed seeing that tall monster, hearing his voice and enjoying the aura of positivity surrounding him.
He wanted to believe that this was real...perhaps even at the expense of Asriel...]
[And now Asriel was alarmed by something. Mettaton's head whips back around, but the image is blurring again, this time into something less offensive, but still emotionally devastating.
He'd recognize that skeleton anywhere, and the sight makes Mettaton's SOUL go cold. God...he missed seeing that tall monster, hearing his voice and enjoying the aura of positivity surrounding him.
He wanted to believe that this was real...perhaps even at the expense of Asriel...]
[...Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Mettaton is quick to dismiss this vision as a fake. Papyrus would never come back.
He's being a fool, feeling these emotions for people who he will never see again. Can someone who hurts others really hope to have a reward waiting? And what a terrible friend he is, to trade the one person who he could still depend on for a phantom of a long-gone flame.]
...What do you see?
[He asks it quietly, hoping that inaction and a flat tone might help break the illusion.]
Whatever it is...unless it's Mettaton, it isn't real. Remember that, honey. I'm your friend, just like you are mine. You're right--this place is doing something terrible.
He's being a fool, feeling these emotions for people who he will never see again. Can someone who hurts others really hope to have a reward waiting? And what a terrible friend he is, to trade the one person who he could still depend on for a phantom of a long-gone flame.]
...What do you see?
[He asks it quietly, hoping that inaction and a flat tone might help break the illusion.]
Whatever it is...unless it's Mettaton, it isn't real. Remember that, honey. I'm your friend, just like you are mine. You're right--this place is doing something terrible.
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