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I was just eating, and everything was so good. All of it. But then I started to hurt. My stomach, my head...everything. That's not supposed to happen, is it?

[Mettaton lifts his head slightly to look at Asriel with one weary eye. He looks as uncomfortable as he feels, sweaty and pale.]

I take it back...make me a robot again, being human is awful.

[Oh. Now he knows what's going on. The empty packages and sick Mettaton were making a lot more sense. His mom was a lot better at knowing how to deal with things like these, but she's been in cryo for a while...

Asriel shakes his head. No one else is around to help, so it's up to him right now.]

I think you ate too much of it. Eating too many sweets will get you sick real fast. I used to get tummy aches when I'd eat too much candy.

... I think you're going to need to sleep it off. Can you get up at all?

[It's hard to fall asleep when you don't feel that great, but Asriel imagines it's much harder on a cold, hard floor.]

I would rather not but just...give me a minute or so, honey.

[Augh. Honey. He hadn't even meant to say it but mentioning a substance so sweet made him shudder. He'll never look at so much as a single cookie again. Not if this would be the possible turnout.]

Should have known...living bodies are hardly as efficient as a mechanical one.

[He feels as if it's still somehow worth it, because actually feeling something, bad or not, was what he'd always wanted. So hey, he deserves this.]

[Poor Mettaton. Asriel feels for him, really. He's not sure how many stomachaches Mettaton's had in his lifetime - if any, but Asriel knows from experience that they're pretty terrible.

He nods at his request.]

Tea's supposed to help too. I'll go make some and you rest here, okay?

[Mettaton has had a grand total of zero experiences with gastrointestinal distress. One usually needed digestion for that.

When Asriel offers to make him tea, he at least has the common courtesy to look guilty. Uncurling slightly, he attempts to move a little. Not his most inspired idea, and he curls up into himself again.]

Oh, Asriel...You don't have to. I brought this on myself.

It's okay, Mettaton. I really don't mind. And I'm not going to leave you like this either. I'm not as good as making tea like dad is, but it should still help.

Mmm...fine.

[He concedes because he doesn't have it in him to fight. All he could focus on was his hurting stomach and the uncomfortable taste of what he'd eaten rising up his throat. That wouldn't be a great experience either, he feels, so he's been fighting it pretty hard too.

Which didn't help him feel better.]

I'm certain that your tea...will be fine.

[It's a relief that he doesn't have to argue, though Asriel wonders if he should get someone who's more knowledgeable about human medicine than he is. If he starts getting worse, then maybe...]

I'll be right back. I gotta heat up some water...

[He feels bad for having to leave him there, but he doesn't have what he needs in here. He's also forgotten that he can't use fire magic anymore.]

[Please. Never speak of this to another person, Asriel. Mettaton feels bad enough.

He simply nods when Asriel mentions needing to heat up some water. The hilarious part about it all is that he's too sick to immediately realize that it might be inadvisable for a child to operate a stove.

When he does though, he tries to get up. Ugh, it sucks.]

Asriel. Wait, you can't do that on your own!

[Luckily, Asriel does stop before he's out the door. And the realization sinks in before Asriel tries to reassure him that he won't be gone long.]

Oh that's right... I completely forgot I can't use fire magic anymore.

[But if he can't use a stove, now what? Asriel doesn't know how to help. Mom's not here to help. He's so frustrated at himself that he can't even help his friend.]

I'm... I'm sorry, Mettaton. I'm not really sure how to fix this. Mom knows a lot more about this kind of stuff than I do...

Isn't...isn't there a microwave on this flying death trap?

[Mettaton asks this as he strains to get upright, leaning heavily on some counter space once he does. Yeah, this wasn't one of his better ideas. As soon as he's on his feet, he's dizzier than before. His breathing hitches a little, then--

...Oh boy. Thank god he's near a trash receptacle because there come the doughnuts. And the potato chips. And literally everything else he'd stuffed into his face.

Yeah, he's dying. Do not waste time on a dying murder-bot turned human, Asriel. Leave him here to yak his insides out and slowly expire, despite the fact that he knows that the small not-monster wouldn't ever leave him to die.

Lesson learned though; don't stuff your human body full of junk food.]

[There's probably one in the kitchen, and it'd be the fastest and easiest way to make tea. Asriel perks up again, about to go make that tea he hopes is going to help. But when Mettaton makes a dash to that nearby trashcan, the noise that Asriel hears is unpleasantly familiar.

If humans make that noise, that means there's something really, really wrong, right? It was like that when Frisk accidentally ate that slice of pie filled with buttercups, or when Chara...

Asriel's fear is immediate. No no no please...]

D-don't panic! Don't do anything, okay?! I'm - I'm going to get help-!

[Oh god. Oh god it's like DYING but...somehow...not?

Mettaton's fingers are gripping the edges of the trashcan so hard his knuckles have gone white, but...even though he's shaking and feels perfectly violated by his own internal organs...he is not ready for Asriel to tell everyone what an idiot he is. It's selfish, but also a little logical, because even though vomiting isn't his idea of a good time, it's serving some kind of purpose--getting rid of the problem, right?]

No, please don't-- [There's a pause as he's sick again, but then he speaks, and it's probably the most uncomfortable sounding sentence he's ever uttered, he's so out of breath.] --Asriel just...stay here. Please...?

But y-you're... it's bad when humans get sick like that-

[His voice is a little higher, still kind of panicked. But at Mettaton's request, it stops Asriel from bolting out and grabbing the nearest person he can find and drag in. Mettaton could still move, right? But Frisk also got real sick from buttercup poisoning and he still vaguely remembers them bolting for the nearest place to empty their stomach too.

What was he going to do if Mettaton got worse? It'd be his fault for not doing anything if Mettaton got any sicker.]

Mmnn...

[Asriel moves closer, doing his best to avoid seeing the contents of the trashcan. He presses a hand against Mettaton's back for a few seconds, before trying to rub up and down his back. He's not sure if it'll help or not, but it's better to do this than just standing uselessly and worrying.]

[Although he can't speak again since the nausea hasn't yet worn off, Mettaton does appreciate that Asriel listens to what he did manage to get out. The rubbing is appreciated too--it's comforting.

Eventually, Mettaton's heaves ebb. He shudders and doesn't lift his head yet, trying to catch his breath. It's...probably for the better that Asriel doesn't get a look at the mess in the trash. Not a pretty sight.

That was awful, and yet the ex-robot is starting to feel a little better. It seems as if this was a reflexive human action, one meant to fix whatever he'd done. He still feels weak, to be sure, and he's going to need to clean up, but it's better.

He'll be okay.

Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Mettaton mumbles quietly over the lip of the trashcan--]

Asriel, can you fetch me some napkins? Goodness, I'm a mess...

[The way he asks, his voice sounds so small and tired. How pathetic.]

Y-yeah, just a sec.

[Asriel takes almost no time at all to get those napkins and bring them back to Mettaton. He hands them off while hovering worriedly. The tired, quietness of his voice doesn't help ease his current fear that much.]

[Even in such little time, Mettaton manages to tie the trash bag closed and take a seat on the floor, his head bowed. Once the other ex-monster shows up with napkins, he cleans himself up a little, then lets out a tired sigh.]

Sorry to have worried you, darling. I'm a little better now. I didn't realize such an unpleasant experience could actually end in feeling even marginally less ill.

[He tries to smile, but it's a little awkward.]

And...I am sorry for being overdramatic. I shouldn't have texted you that way. You were just the first person I could think to trust.

You really feel better? You're not getting sicker?

[Asriel still looks a little upset, but mostly he just looks worried. And maybe somewhat unconvinced that Mettaton is okay.]

Mm... I'm sorry... I couldn't help at all.

No, honey. I'm not getting sicker. I think all the sick got out of me just now.

[He'd laugh, but it wasn't funny. Not unless someone was into that sort of thing.]

And don't go on like that, you helped me plenty. You came when I asked, and you've done everything you could thus far. I'd say that's plenty helpful.

I suppose if you wish to contribute further, you might let me help you make some tea. For the both of us! Besides, it isn't as if I have had any before, you know.

... Humans who get sick like that, they usually get a lot sicker and then... they kind of "fall down" like monsters do.

[Sorry Mettaton, it just hits a little too close to home. But with his reassurance, Asriel starts to calm down.]

O-okay. Let's make some tea.

[Mettaton has thus far been trying to avoid hugging Asriel, mostly because he doesn't want to gross the kid out, but...it wasn't as if his clothes were dirty, and it's impossible to avoid it in this situation anyway. So he gets himself up, brushes his pants off like nothing awful had just happened, then moves forward and pulls Asriel into a brief hug, ruffling his hair.]

I won't fall down, sweetheart. I wouldn't ever disappoint you like that if I could help it, alright? Besides, aren't humans much tougher than monsters? It's going to be much harder to hurt me now!

[He knows that's not entirely true, but...what's a little white lie when it comes to trying to comfort Asriel?]

[Asriel doesn't think that's true either, but humans don't die as easily as monsters do. It'll be all right, won't it? Still, Asriel finds himself hugging back.]

Y-yeah, humans are a lot stronger than monsters.

[Asriel reaches for his hand. Tea would help here now more than ever, if not to help Mettaton feel a little better and to calm Asriel's nerves.]

Do you think we're going to stay like this...?

[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?

[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?

[Mettaton can definitely tell that Asriel's tired.

Well...that's why he'd decided to show up like this. As a distraction, perhaps. He can only hope it will go well, even though he knows all of his hopes will eventually end up shattered.]

Of course, why would I visit if I didn't, silly?

[Still smiling awkwardly, he holds up the small box, so Asriel can see it better.]

Have you ever had a chance to play any card games? Because I just happened to find a deck! Want to play with me?

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i feel so very sorry for Asriel

this is his life now

unrelated thought: SIBLINGS NEED TO STOP BEING POISONED.

asriel would agree

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Late Nov, still in the timeslip

Late Nov, still in the timeslip

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