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[mttbrandlegs]

Well like I said. I would protect you.

[Mettaton knows what Asriel's feeling. He doesn't have to hear it verbally; he knows that feeling, the one of being captured against your will and shackled to the ground to be appraised. He knew what it was like to have your will disregarded.

The only difference was that Mettaton was a robot. He wasn't considered an animal, but instead as a programmable husk used for a singular purpose; blood sport. Murder.

Suffice it to say...he's happy to keep to the happier parts of the conversation. There's way too much pain and unresolved feelings tied to what had happened on the Outpost, and although Mettaton knows it's useless to push this away, that it's only hurting him--and he's sure it's hurting Asriel to suppress it--he can't bring himself to talk about it very much.]

I suppose I'll have to ask Toriel for permission to borrow you too, like I must with Frisk.

We'll have a good time! I promise! I have connections, and money! Celebrities want for nothing, after all!

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[Asriel knows Mettaton would protect him, and he appreciates it. It doesn't sit well with him, being so helpless that he'd need the protection. But he knows he can't defend himself against them, if they did find him again.

No matter how hard he struggles to get away or how hard he fights, they'll always overpower him. That was the lesson they wanted him to take away from that place, he thinks.

He's so scared for himself. For Mettaton too. He really can't stand the thought of losing him too.]

I wouldn't mind having a party when we all get back. Like a celebration for getting off this ship.

[Er, maybe Asriel should dream a little bigger?]

... Maybe with a really big cake?

[mttbrandlegs]

Only the biggest!!! No expense shall be spared!

[Mettaton is emphatic about this.

And yet, he isn't enthused enough to feel right texting as he usually does. The effort seems inconsequential now anyway.]

We can all have it together! Cake and ice cream, party favors and good music! That's how it's done!!

[And he can see them all. Not just Toriel, Frisk, Sans, and Asriel. Papyrus, and Alphys too.

...He pushes that away. No. He's not going to think about the others right now. Here or not, he won't. He can't.]

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[Everyone together and celebrating. Everyone there, except Chara-

No, he should be happy. Right? He shouldn't feel guilty about it, he should be excited about going back with mom, Frisk, and Mettaton. He should be able to, right? He can finally have his happy ending? He didn't have to be punished anymore, he can finally move on. He can finally have this - a chance to go home and have a family again and not be alone anymore.

He wants it so badly that it hurts. It really, really does hurt.]

Haha... ha... hnn...

[For the moment, Mettaton's text goes unanswered.]

i couldn't help myself

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton wants to message Asriel again when their conversation is cut off.

He feels a deep-seated compunction to make sure everything's alright with the small boss monster and to make sure he's still there but...somehow he feels as if he had taken it too far.

So he simply closes out his MID, and tries to remain optimistic for his own sake.

As is usual lately, it doesn't work.]