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After Australia Planet Shenanigans

[mttbrandlegs]

[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.]

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[Asriel, likewise, isn't much for talking either. He's still somewhat hung up on their last conversation, and now...

Even with Mettaton charging, he doesn't seem to be moving still. Deep down, he knows what it is. He knows what this is. But he can't accept it. Not this.

He tries to busy himself a little, checking Mettaton for injuries and downing a glass of water that was offered to him earlier. But after a little while...]

Mettaton... do you need anything?

[mttbrandlegs]

[Ahaha. Does he need anything?

Good question. Mettaton's neck twitches in effort, and...well, he manages after a deep struggle to turn his head, slowly. Very slowly. It's...something, right? Maybe he was being too negative. Maybe this was just a malfunction.

...But he knew better, and he didn't have it in him to hope.]

Could you...take the scarf and fold it? I can't put it in my PacDisc right now, but it's...been through a lot. We all have.

[He wouldn't allow that memory to suffer any damage though. It would be easy enough to take, it was loosely dangling from Mettaton's shoulders, and he had no way to fix it.]

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[Asriel nods numbly, trying to keep any emotion from showing on his face. He very carefully removes the scarf and starts to fold it.]

Do you want me to keep it in mine?

[He'd understand if Mettaton said no. It's important to keep things like this close.]

[mttbrandlegs]

Please do. Keep it safe for me, sweetheart.

I trust you to take care of it.

[He tries to smile...but he can't.]

I'll collect it...later.

[Later...when he's not dying. Yeah, this conversation is going swimmingly!]

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Don't worry, I'll take good care of it. I'll give it back when you um... can move again.

[Because he refuses to say "die". He won't say it, he knows but he can't say it. He's the one who did this to him.

Asriel helplessly tries to find some topic to distract them with.]

Rinzler was really nice about letting us stay here, huh?

[mttbrandlegs]

Thank you, Asriel. I don't know what I would do without you, really. You've...taken good care of me.

[He means it. Whatever Asriel might think, Mettaton is grateful. Perhaps he should clarify, but for now, he lets the subject drop. Just for now.]

Mm, indeed. After what happened at the Outpost, I would not have thought him willing to house someone like me. I suppose it's useful to have friends in high places. So thank you again. I will try not to make a nuisance of myself.

[As if he could hurt a fly at this point.]

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All I did was use a drone...

[He sure as heck didn't stop him from falling down and dying. Though at the mention of the Outpost, Asriel's weak smile fades.]

Did you meet Rinzler there?

[mttbrandlegs]

Mm, I did. I...well, we did not part on the best terms. You know what happened to me.

[Mettaton's face is unfortunately still expressive, and he looks rather guilty. Asriel can probably do the math.]

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Ah...

[Mettaton doesn't have to explain. He was there for it, after all.]

Rinzler was the one who saved me the first time I was on the Outpost. I'm sure he knew what was happening.

[mttbrandlegs]

Maybe, but I still attacked him, didn't I?

[Mettaton winced. This...probably wasn't good to talk about when he was in such a state. But he was tired of running from his problems. Look at what it had done for him so far.]

I wish I could change so many things...

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[Asriel would argue, but he's afraid of making things worse.

He's silent for a while, but]

Me too.

[mttbrandlegs]

Asriel...I wish I could hug you. I wish I could tell you that all will be well if we just keep positive, but I can't tell you that.

Not when I'm like this.

[He breathes out a heavy sigh.]

I'm so sorry...I should have been honest long before this. With everyone, and with myself. But it is a little hard to be honest when what you are being honest about...involves talking poorly of someone that others love.

[After all, he wasn't really a Dreemurr, was he? He was just a ghost who had become a robot, only to die for his troubles. But not before losing everything...no, he'd had to lose everything and everyone but who he considered family...and he sorely hoped none of them would leave him at this point.

His SOUL literally could not bear the strain.]

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[Asriel reaches his hand out, placing it on top of Mettaton's. It wasn't hard to guess what he was implying, it's been a rough topic for a few months now.]

I love you both, you know. I know it's been hard between you and Chara... I just wish I knew how to make it easier on both of you.

[Replacing himself with an Asriel that actually knew what he was doing was probably a good start-]

I can't... talk poorly about Chara. The last time I did, they knew and... I think I hurt them real bad.

[mttbrandlegs]

[Mettaton would usually play sympathetic here, assure Asriel that he knows the boy's love is unconditional and apportioned fairly. But he is going to be honest. If it hurts Asriel...well. It's not intentional. But it needs saying if Mettaton expects resolution before his death.]

I feel that neither can I. And yet they speak so coldly of me. They find the words to strike hardest. I just want you to know...and only you...I want you to realize that they are as complicit to this as I am.

I know that I am not perfect. As they're fond of reminding me, I treated your memorial in such an ignoble fashion, and I have hurt many people, including you. They are right when they insinuate that you are too good to waste time on a monster like me.

Even still...it does not make such statements hurt any less. But how could they know? Haha...the only Mettaton they know is the fool I once was. I suppose that is completely my fault. And I am not absolved...but at least I would think I earned respite. Perhaps not...

[Mettaton doesn't hide anymore. He speaks quietly, truthfully.]

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[What did Mettaton want him to say? His fingers dig into the fabric of his sleeves, a lump in his throat. Should he say Chara wasn't the greatest person? Say it loud enough that they can hear him clearly this time? Because Frisk is the friend he wished he always had!

... He threw them away, in an attempt to move on. And he could never forget that. And neither could Chara. Chara heard every word, and Asriel could never take it back.

And here he was, struggling for the Right Words to say with his closest friend dying and confessing to him. And Asriel still couldn't think of anything to say, his mind crippled with thoughts about how at any given moment, the life will fade right out of Mettaton and he'll be left alone. If he waits long enough, he probably won't have to worry about an answer!

Ha... hahah.... hahahahaha-]

'm sorry... I-I don't... I don't know how to fix it...

They were... they were always really good at things like that...

[mttbrandlegs]

Don't try. You can't. And it is not your responsibility. Your responsibility, Asriel, is to your family. I am deeply respectful of your ties to Chara, and I am even more respectful of you. That's why I'm telling you this...but do not let it make you feel as if you must renege against your own sibling.

I cannot ask that of you.

[Not even when he want to tell Asriel that the reason he's like this is because he'd been holding everything in, so deeply that it penetrated his SOUL and began to eat it from the inside out. Because to monsters, cruel words cut as deeply as daggers. Losing your drive to live carved slivers of your well being away, shaving HP down to a fine, brittle point.

Ready to snap. No. Ready to disintegrate.

Sinners were never truly spared their transgressions. Throw a key to the depths. Abandon those whose happiness depended on you. Turn a sad, uncertain monster's plan over its end, making fun of her.

Murder a child, over and over. Do it until they win. Fight. FIGHT.

...He can't fight anymore. And for a moment, he feels as if he might go to pieces right there. Before he can stop himself, he articulates:]

It hurts.

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You are my family!

[Asriel leans forward, his head bent down. He places his face in his hands.]

Tell me how I can fix this, tell me what I need to do to stop this!

[His voice sounds pitiful and desperate.]

Please... don't tell me there's nothing I can do...

[mttbrandlegs]

There is something you can do for me, darling.

[Mettaton's lips twitch upward, but his smile looks hollow.]

It is selfish, but I'll ask it of you anyway. Please keep me company until...well, until I have to leave. After all, that is all it is. Leaving for a little while, right?

[Leaving his friend. Leaving his family to mourn. He doesn't want to. He wishes he could take this all back, but that's impossible. A monster cannot be saved from falling down. Alphys had tried, and she had failed. He's not stupid enough to think anyone would care enough to try it with him, nor would he want them to.]

I won't ever really leave you, Asriel. I've grown so fond of our friendship, and if you can promise that you will never leave, then I, too, can promise it. It won't be forever.

Don't be sad, please? Let us do better than that.

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[Asriel leans forward, leans far enough that he's leaning against him. Even if Mettaton can't move anymore, he doesn't have to be without any physical contact. He rubs at his face, trying to hold himself together.]

Of course... I'd never leave you.

[Asriel smiles weakly, but it's forced.]

Promise you'll come back soon. I'll wait for however long it takes.

[mttbrandlegs]

[God, Mettaton wishes he could feel it. He wants to feel in that way that only he can feel, which isn't necessarily the way normal people feel. He wants to move and hug his friend, but knows that he can't.

It hurts...it hurts so much that he cant, but he smiles in earnest, because from that, he can pull a positive.]

Thank you so much, Asriel. I would be so lost without you...

And when I come back, I am going to enjoy hugging you close. We can watch television, have sleepovers...anything you like. Perhaps soon, we can go back to our homes; wouldn't that be lovely?

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I'd be really lost without you too.

[He sounds so weepy. He hates it. He just wishes he could be the strong one for once.]

I'll be expecting a hug. And watching TV together... and sleepovers too. You can't back out of it, OK?

[mttbrandlegs]

All of it, many times over. It has been too long since we have enjoyed each other's company for the sake of it.

We have to change that.

[He has to change it. Something has to give, or he would only waste away upon coming back, if he even came back. Because he still doesn't have total faith that everything will fall into place so easily for him.

Then again, it's hard to have faith when he's like this. He just wants to...well. He wants to sleep. It's uncomfortable, because Mettaton physically never sleeps, but he's exhausted.]

I'll cook your favorite foods, too. I promise.

[Yeah. Focus on positive things. He can do it. He can...]

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That'd be... that'd be really nice, Mettaton.

[Geez, he's starting to tear up again. He really wants that though. He's kind of always wanted that. No dangerous planets, no paranoia about shady people looking at you as if they want to steal you away the moment you let your guard drop, no scary fog or weird dreams...

Just them. Staying up late and talking about something other than how hopeless it all was to try making a new life here.

It's not like those fears or paranoid would go away that easily, but...]

We could stay up late and watch really silly movies.

... When you come back, we'll make it better. I'll... I'll try harder to, to be better.