[That's definitely the vibe he's getting here, and it still doesn't make any sense. The more he thinks about it, the less sense it makes.]
no. he's not.
[He sounds quite firm about this, and for a moment his eyelights meet his reflection's in the mirror. He turns away.]
just because he's a version of you doesn't make him you. there's infinite versions of any given person--but no two are exactly alike. and he couldn't be more different from you. you're nothing like him. i mean, that's what being a mirror means--being the opposite of someone.
[How could Mettaton lump himself in with that guy? Mettaton can be vicious with his words, but he doesn't verbally rip people to shreds the way Mirrorton tries to.]
[Sans quiets a little at the mention of Chara. He sighs.]
yeah. yeah, i know they do. they just...do it differently from frisk.
[He's so sweet, and Sans knows Mettaton means it as some kind of compliment, because he knows Mettaton well enough by now. Any other time he'd argue the point, say that sweet wouldn't be the first word that comes to mind.]
[But right now it just sounds like dismissal. Because Mettaton could just as easily have said funny. Because it's Sans, it's just Sans making a joke.]
you're not listening.
[He must have tried to warn people early on. He must have, because he remembers having a bit more energy back then--"back then," even though it was technically only a few days ago. It would have made sense to try and warn people, and no one would have believed him. No one would believe that this nice, smiling flower could be some kind of threat. No one would believe that a small, human child could single-handedly destroy an entire species. That they had done it before and would do it again.]
[It's just a joke. A very bad one. Because Sans doesn't get serious or worried for real. He doesn't try, he doesn't make an effort. He tells jokes. He sells water sausages posing as hotdogs. He was never a scientist, he was never smart, he was never anything at all but the lazy, funny, worthless little guy who was good for a laugh and nothing else.]
[It got to the point where he was fine with it. He gave up on trying to warn people really quick. Why even try? Even when they did believe him, there would just be a Reset and it would all start over again. So why bother?]
[Besides, maybe Mettaton is right. Maybe he's just being paranoid.]
[Maybe mirrors just make him nervous.]
yeah. just a bit strange. [He pauses a beat.] thought the same thing about papyrus's mirror at first.
[And then the glass turned around, and Sans learned to be afraid of his own brother.]
wait, metta--don't just--don't go yet. maybe i am just being paranoid, but just...don't just brush this off like that, okay?
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Date: 2017-04-15 04:52 am (UTC)[That's definitely the vibe he's getting here, and it still doesn't make any sense. The more he thinks about it, the less sense it makes.]
no. he's not.
[He sounds quite firm about this, and for a moment his eyelights meet his reflection's in the mirror. He turns away.]
just because he's a version of you doesn't make him you. there's infinite versions of any given person--but no two are exactly alike. and he couldn't be more different from you. you're nothing like him. i mean, that's what being a mirror means--being the opposite of someone.
[How could Mettaton lump himself in with that guy? Mettaton can be vicious with his words, but he doesn't verbally rip people to shreds the way Mirrorton tries to.]
[Sans quiets a little at the mention of Chara. He sighs.]
yeah. yeah, i know they do. they just...do it differently from frisk.
[He goes quiet again. He's getting worried over nothing. He's paranoid.]
[Mirrors make him nervous.]
[He's so sweet, and Sans knows Mettaton means it as some kind of compliment, because he knows Mettaton well enough by now. Any other time he'd argue the point, say that sweet wouldn't be the first word that comes to mind.]
[But right now it just sounds like dismissal. Because Mettaton could just as easily have said funny. Because it's Sans, it's just Sans making a joke.]
you're not listening.
[He must have tried to warn people early on. He must have, because he remembers having a bit more energy back then--"back then," even though it was technically only a few days ago. It would have made sense to try and warn people, and no one would have believed him. No one would believe that this nice, smiling flower could be some kind of threat. No one would believe that a small, human child could single-handedly destroy an entire species. That they had done it before and would do it again.]
[It's just a joke. A very bad one. Because Sans doesn't get serious or worried for real. He doesn't try, he doesn't make an effort. He tells jokes. He sells water sausages posing as hotdogs. He was never a scientist, he was never smart, he was never anything at all but the lazy, funny, worthless little guy who was good for a laugh and nothing else.]
[It got to the point where he was fine with it. He gave up on trying to warn people really quick. Why even try? Even when they did believe him, there would just be a Reset and it would all start over again. So why bother?]
[Besides, maybe Mettaton is right. Maybe he's just being paranoid.]
[Maybe mirrors just make him nervous.]
yeah. just a bit strange. [He pauses a beat.] thought the same thing about papyrus's mirror at first.
[And then the glass turned around, and Sans learned to be afraid of his own brother.]
wait, metta--don't just--don't go yet. maybe i am just being paranoid, but just...don't just brush this off like that, okay?