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'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.

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

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."

What did the duck say to the bartender?

[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

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.

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???

asriel help me im dying

[Well. That escalated quickly.]

[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?

[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.]

so

you probably noticed what he said on the network right?

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

BUCKY WHY]

DO YOU EVER GET TIRED OF PEOPLE LEAVING?

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.

SWEETIE

DO YOU NEED TO TALK TO SOMEONE?

Asriel

Are you alright?

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

Asriel

[Tell me you're here.

Speak.

Say something.

Help me. God, please help me.]

what is today?

Request data.

Location/status?

[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.]

...

[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...?

[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...

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

Can we talk in-person?

Backdated to the second night, action!

March 20nd - Text

no subject

May 4th

after the escape attempt/before the attacks

DELIVERY

Text - 9/25 - afternoon

10/19, evening

Late Nov, still in the timeslip

Jan 5th, after speaking with Chara