Savrou IC Inbox

[pleasereset]

"Hello, this is Asriel! Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

IC Inbox for texting, video, voice, and action!

Comments

[mttbrandlegs]

Oh, certainly not! It'll all turn out alright!!

...Well. That's what I want to say, but it's...not going to be alright, is it? I don't know if I'll be jumping back into touring, at least.

[Honesty's the best policy. Though if he was ever half as honest with Asriel even a quarter of the time...it would probably be overwhelming. They both have problems and Mettaton's aren't the worst around. It took a lot, but he's finally putting others before himself.

About time.]

[pleasereset]

[Asriel wishes he could offer some kind of encouragement, maybe some kind of optimism in this kind of situation? He wants Mettaton to perform and do the things that make him happy, and Asriel wants to live on the surface with his family, living the kind of carefree life he's only talked about with Chara.

But things were too different. Scars were too deep. They could cover it up as best as they could, but there was no forgetting what's happened out here.]

... What do you think we're gonna tell everyone when we go home? Should we even tell them the truth?

[mttbrandlegs]

I wouldn't want to, but truthfully, I don't think I could hide it.

[He chuckles, even though it's not funny.]

I've hidden quite a lot about myself from others, but after seeing everything I have here, it will be difficult forgetting it all and pretending everything is alright. And I don't think I should be expected to forget.

[Nor should Asriel.]

[pleasereset]

[The only ones that really know what Asriel's been put through is Mettaton, and to a lesser degree Papyrus. It always came back to that planet, didn't it? Every nightmare, every twitch he makes when he hears a loud sound, the way he finds himself growling when he eats or pressing his hands protectively over his ears.

He never told Frisk what he saw. Not Frisk, not Toriel, not Sans either. Especially not Chara.

He doesn't think he can stand the looks on their faces.]

... I don't want to. I can't go back to being my old self, but I can't...

[He shouldn't feel ashamed. It wasn't his fault. But it was humiliating and painful and he doesn't want to feel like that ever again.]

It's just gonna be those looks again like... like they just pity us and I don't want it.

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton shakes his head, not to say Asriel's wrong, but...]

I'll be there with you. If you don't want to see their faces, then look to mine. Look to Frisk's, or Chara's. Hah...I'm certain that Chara will find a way to avert their eyes for you, hmm?

[With a knife, he's sure. But that's beyond the point.]

We don't have to go back and pretend it's okay. Instead, let's focus on finding a way to heal. If we take it slowly, it will be manageable...

[pleasereset]

[It's not just their faces. It's how they'll act around him. Asriel already knows he acts weird. He doesn't act like how he's supposed to act. He'd be going back to a world where he never revealed anything about Flowey to any of them, where he'd have to start all over...

Asriel reaches forward and tries to take Mettaton's hand. It was something he felt like he did too often, but it was comforting to have him here. He didn't have to pretend or act like anything was okay, because it wasn't.

It never would be.]

Mmm. Okay... we'll tell them together. I think I'd feel better telling them with you there anyway.

[mttbrandlegs]

That's the spirit!

[He doesn't mind that Asriel reaches for his hand, not at all. Mettaton also yearns for physical contact, little that he can benefit from it through actually feeling. He just likes being close to people, ghost or not. He...needs that.

So he would never begrudge Asriel a friend's touch.]

You know I will always be there for you, Asriel. Whatever you need of me, just ask. That is what friends are for, right?

[pleasereset]

[Asriel nods, before offering a little smile.]

Yeah... they are.

[...]

Thanks for being my friend, Mettaton.