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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???

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!

I'LL FEEL BETTER SOON!

[Which means he is still pending on repairs. He still feels shitty. And maybe that's his fault, but he wants to stay in this body, broken or not.]

OH MY!! PICTURES, PICTURES!!! :D YOU SHOULD BE DOCUMENTING SUCH A MOMENTOUS OCCASION!

Okay, I'm glad to hear it.

[He was pretty worried.]

I'll take some pictures, but I can show you too if you still want to go star-gazing!

[Mettaton takes a few minutes to message back this time.]

NOT TODAY, HONEY. I'M SORRY.

SOON, I PROMISE

[As soon as that one is sent, another hastily typed message pops up.]

but you can still send me pictures!!

[And then one more. The smiley makes it just a little too transparent...but he can't take it back once he's sent it.]

I MEAN! YOU KNOW. SORRY, CAPS LOCK WAS OFF! :o

[Oh... whoops. He's a little disappointed, but Mettaton did say he wanted some time alone.]

That's okay! Whenever you're feeling up to it!!

I'll send you pictures for sure!

THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING!!

I KNOW I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU!

MAYBE WHEN I HAVE MY BATTERY FIXED I CAN VISIT WITH YOU.

OR

I SUPPOSE IF YOU WANT, WE CAN MEET IN THAT ROOM YOU FOUND ME IN WHEN I WAS UPSET?

[He's trying. Really he is. But he still feels uncomfortable with the idea of socializing in person. Even with someone he trusts implicitly.]

Whenever you feel up to it is fine. There's no rush, really!

[Asriel's made the offer that he'll come running when Mettaton's feeling better and ready to socialize again.

... But he may be checking up anyway. You know. Because everyone else seems to be disappearing.

He's not paranoid. Clearly.]

I can do that, sure. I can offer my transporter ship too.

YOU REALLY ARE SO SWEET TO ME, ASRIEL!! GOODNESS, I WOULDN'T PUT UP WITH MYSELF THIS MUCH!!

I'M SO TROUBLESOME, AREN'T I? BEING ALL MISERABLE ON THE BEACH, MAKING A MENACE OF MYSELF AT THE PARTY, AND DRAGGING YOU THROUGH THAT JUNGLE!!

IT IS COMFORTING TO HAVE A FRIEND THOUGH!

[And at this point, Asriel's found himself firmly in the best friend position, though Mettaton would never say it given that Alphys would always be his best friend off the ship. If...if Alphys isn't here though, then it was pretty much between Asriel and Frisk simply for being present. And as fond as MTT is of the little human, he and Asriel have a little more even footing.]

[Aww, Mettaton. You really are way too hard on yourself. And this coming from the kid who's king of being hard on themselves.]

We're friends. That's what friends are for.

You're being too hard on yourself, Mettaton. A lot of people lost themselves for a while at that party.

[As for Mettaton being miserable on the beach. Well... Asriel wasn't as close to Alphys as Mettaton was, but he's all too familiar with how much it hurts to lose someone you care about. Not getting to spend as much time with them as you wanted before they left, or getting to tell them how you really feel before they're gone.

... Whoops, was he projecting a little? Maybe.]

I'm glad to help in whatever way I can, though.

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I DON'T THINK I'M BEING HARD ENOUGH. IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT THE PARTY, REALLY. I'M IMPOSING MY PROBLEMS ON CHILDREN. THAT'S NOT EXACTLY WHAT A STAR WOULD DO, IS IT?

[He tries to think of a counter point. A good thing to come from his reliance on kids who certainly weren't beholden to him, or to dealing with his emotional meltdowns.]

I GUESS THAT IS WHY I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH. YOU AND FRISK. AND GINKO TOO. BUT--ESPECIALLY YOU.

I am a year older, you know.

[Which makes Asriel 11, soon to be 12. Not the impressive grown up age that Asriel kinda feels that it is, but he doesn't mind listening to Mettaton's problems.

Because they share a lot of the same problems, and maybe Asriel takes a little bit of comfort of knowing that he's not alone in those feelings of frustration and sadness.]

That means a lot, Mettaton. I'm glad we're friends. Just know you can count on me for anything, OK?

THAT IS TRUE!!! AND IT SHOWS MORE ON YOU THAN ME!! MIND; THAT IS A COMPLIMENT!

[Mettaton might one day get to learn the depths of their similarity more clearly...and perhaps also the differences between them. For now, he's just fortunate to have this kid around.]

IN TURN, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU!

YOU KNOW

YOU'RE GREAT AT HELPING ME LEARN HOW TO DO FRIENDSHIP CORRECTLY. EVEN WITH

[It appears as if he's hit enter too quickly; he had, but not because he was typing too FAST. Rather, he'd accidentally nudgeD the button as he had stumbled onto an uncomfortable subject.]

SORRY. WHAT I MEAN IS. EVEN WITH ALPHYS, I NEVER GOT A CHANCE TO DO IT RIGHT.

[It's an implied addendum, but it's clear that what Mettaton wanted to say was "I haven't screwed up with you yet...and that is important to me."]

[Asriel doesn't respond right away. He's tempted to write back that he didn't either. The fact that he doesn't makes Asriel feel like maybe he isn't as good as this friendship thing as Mettaton seems to think he is.

Mettaton didn't know his history, after all. At least not the pieces of it that weren't written down as part of monster history. Everyone he's told so far, everyone that knows was willing to forgive him - or at the very least, gave him a chance to redeem himself. But the fear is still there, deep down. And he's not sure if he could actually handle losing Mettaton as a friend.

He'd lost a lot already.]

I'm glad... even though I don't think I'm that great at it myself sometimes.

Though I have a hard time believing that. You must've had lots of friends in the Underground, right?

[You know, because superstars must have tons of friends or else they wouldn't be superstars.]

[Ouch.]

YOU WOULD THINK SO, RIGHT?! HAHAHA!!!! I HAD PLENTY OF FANS, THAT IS TRUE!

BUT MY FRIENDS WERE TRULY LIMITED. ALPHYS OF COURSE! FRISK TOO. AND BLOOKY, THOUGH HE IS FAMILY, IT IS PRETTY OBVIOUS THAT I'D BE ATTACHED. SHYREN, I SUPPOSE, EVEN THOUGH, WELL

I'VE HURT EVERYONE, HAVEN'T I? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. I HAVE HURT ALL MY FRIENDS, OF WHICH I DO NOT HAVE MANY.

[Good thing Asriel doesn't know where to find him right now, because Mettaton is starting to make himself sad. That's...pretty natural nowadays, isn't it? Ha.]

[It's a good thing Mettaton doesn't know where Asriel is either, because Asriel is relating a little too hard.

I've hurt everyone, haven't I? Every single one.

Ha ha... his hands shake a little. He knows exactly how Mettaton feels. Asriel's killed his friends - he's even killed the people that Mettaton cares about. And here Asriel was, trying to be a supportive friend. What kind of friend even does something like that?

He's hurt Mettaton, and Mettaton doesn't even know it.

Asriel feels sick. He backspaces when he hurriedly types "i'm not the kind of friend you deserve". He's silent for a little while, trying to calm himself before answering.]

I never had that many friends either. Not really, until I met Frisk and ended up here. And even before that I

I wasn't always the nicest person to my friends either.

[He had to be honest. It wasn't the right time for it, not when Mettaton felt this way, but he has to be.

He really is a bad friend.]

[There's always been questions pricking at the edges of his mind about Asriel. Naturally, of course, seeing as he was alive and well here. That had pretty much resolved itself when he learned about resurging. But...then there was the question of why Asriel had said that he had met Frisk before coming here.

There was the fact that he said he was not a very nice person either.

In a different time, Mettaton might have insisted that Asriel was being silly, and he would have talked the kid up just to make him feel better.

Now though...]

WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT? YOU HAVE NEVER STRICKEN ME AS AN UNKIND PERSON. PERHAPS AN AGGRESSIVE MONSTER WHEN COMPARED WITH THE REST, BUT NOT UNKIND.

Because I was unkind once.

[Multiple times, actually. Timelines that were ruined, reset, and ruined all over again. Timelines that ran together in Asriel's mind. He doesn't want to have this conversation. Not now.

... He doesn't want to be Flowey anymore though. No more lies or tricks. Papyrus believed in him, so m-maybe...]

If I tell you more, will you... promise that you won't hate me?

[It's a selfish, childish request. But he's already really scared.]

[Mettaton's answer is immediate.]

I WILL NEVER HATE YOU, ASRIEL. NO MATTER WHAT, YOU ARE MY FRIEND.

[Haaa... Asriel feels some relief, but more so he's just really happy that this is text right now. At least Mettaton can't see him tearing up like a giant baby.

It's definitely a conversation they should be having in person, but with their situation already being as touchy as it is, maybe this was the only way right now. He nods at the text, before realizing that no one can see him.]

Thank you. I appreciate it, really I do.

[More than he can actually say with words. The next part he types out carefully.]

How much do you know about me? I mean after I died.

[Asriel's heard the stories passed around about his death through the Underground. Mettaton's probably heard them, but just so they're on the same page...]

ADMITTEDLY, I DON'T KNOW MUCH.

IT ISN'T THAT IT WAS NOT RELEVANT, BUT I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO ASK YOU ANYTHING PERSONAL PERTAINING TO THE SUBJECT. BUT WHAT IS THERE TO REALLY KNOW, RIGHT?

YOU, AH. YOU WERE BROUGHT BACK FROM DEATH TO WORK ON THE SHIP, RIGHT?

[As far as he knew, there wasn't any reason to think differently.

...Right?]

Sort of.

There was a time between my death and when I was brought here, where I came back as something completely awful and evil and soulless.

I wasn't a monster anymore, I wasn't even the same Asriel you're talking to right now, I was just... something cruel that wanted to inflict pain on others.

The reason I know Frisk is because they saved me from that. They stopped me before I could do something even worse than I'd already done. They made me remember my old self again, for just a little while.

[Asriel's typing is slow and careful. When it's sent, he's holding his breath for Mettaton's reply.]

[Mettaton's answer is hardly immediate. He's giving this information some thought, and replies after a good five minutes, at least.

That, for him, may as well have been an eternity. And...the question is very simple.]

HOW DID YOU COME BACK AT ALL? DO YOU KNOW?

[More questions come as a relief. Sort of.]

I don't know. I just remembered collapsing in the garden and then I woke up. I didn't think I died at first, but I came back much different than who I was.

[There was a lab too, but considering how upset Mettaton was at losing Alphys, maybe it was best he left that part out.]

WHAT DID YOU DO AT THAT POINT? I KNOW YOU DIDN'T TELL ANYONE, BECAUSE IF YOU DID, EVERYONE WOULD HAVE HEARD IT SOON ENOUGH.

YOU ARE ROYALTY, BUT ABOVE THAT, YOU WERE PART OF A BRIGHTER FUTURE FOR MONSTERKIND--SOMETHING EVEN I COULDN'T OUTSHINE.

WHY WOULDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?

[He's not accusatory. He's actually concerned about why Asriel would hide. He says he was a soulless, evil creature, and for a brief moment, Mettaton is reminded of that tall, murderous boss monster who he'd seen slaughtering Caducans. The monster who had spared him an even quicker death, at least for that one moment.

He wants to understand.]

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i'm so sorry i keep fudging up the courier font fffh

wow i didn't mean for this to get feelsy

it always gets real with these two fffh

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