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mettatonvevo) wrote2016-05-30 02:20 am
mettatonvevo) wrote2016-05-30 02:20 am
[IC INBOX]
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Mettaton! This is an EMERGENCY!
A friend of mine needs to learn how to flirt and he doesn't know how to do it. Can you teach him? I've been trying, but I think he needs an expert!
A friend of mine needs to learn how to flirt and he doesn't know how to do it. Can you teach him? I've been trying, but I think he needs an expert!
...Mettaton
(Does their voice sound slightly slurred? Yes, yes it does.)
(Does their voice sound slightly slurred? Yes, yes it does.)
Edited 2016-10-30 23:17 (UTC)
[They found a stack of cards written a long time ago. A month ago, they think. There's a post-it note stuck to the top, cheerfully proclaiming - "for Thanksgiving!"
They suppose they should hand them out. There's a...a twinge of something when they look at the topmost one. The one that should go to the bed beside them. The empty bed. Their SOUL starts to...ache.
They swallow. They swallow very, very hard. Screw their eyes shut, blink rapidly. Something's off. Something's different.
They feel...empty. Not empty like they have before.
Worse empty.
They have to make it go away. So they make it go away the only way they can think of. They hand the notes out. Maybe if they do that, it'll go away, and they can feel nothing again. Go back to feeling nothing at all.
So on Thanksgiving Day, Mettaton will find a card beneath his door.
On the outside:]
[And within:]
"Dear Mettaton,
Thank you for listening to me when I told you about how things were before I fell. Not everyone understands. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty for something you didn't do. You did your best to listen.
You've done a lot for me since you came here. I love you a lot, OK?
Thanks for everything!
- Frisk! ♥"
They suppose they should hand them out. There's a...a twinge of something when they look at the topmost one. The one that should go to the bed beside them. The empty bed. Their SOUL starts to...ache.
They swallow. They swallow very, very hard. Screw their eyes shut, blink rapidly. Something's off. Something's different.
They feel...empty. Not empty like they have before.
Worse empty.
They have to make it go away. So they make it go away the only way they can think of. They hand the notes out. Maybe if they do that, it'll go away, and they can feel nothing again. Go back to feeling nothing at all.
So on Thanksgiving Day, Mettaton will find a card beneath his door.
On the outside:]
[And within:]
"Dear Mettaton,
Thank you for listening to me when I told you about how things were before I fell. Not everyone understands. I didn't mean to make you feel guilty for something you didn't do. You did your best to listen.
You've done a lot for me since you came here. I love you a lot, OK?
Thanks for everything!
- Frisk! ♥"
[Whenever Mettaton arrives in his room, he'll find someone's been doodling on his mirror. It's mostly gibberish, but one thing that looks normal-ish is a messy, orange X. Underneath that is some writing.]
Digging where you're not needed or wanted is fun for one but not for everyone. What are you looking for, little robot toy?
Digging where you're not needed or wanted is fun for one but not for everyone. What are you looking for, little robot toy?
[They haven't been on the best of terms for a long while now. It doesn't matter, then, if he can't discern who might have left him this gift. There's no note in any case. No indication of who it might be from.
It's a sweater - not striped, of course, but knit with soft yarn in a shade of pale lavender. They had to guess his size, but they had plenty of time, in the hours they spent keeping themself awake, to do little else besides knit and knit and plan.
He doesn't have to know it was them. It won't matter anyway. Even if he figures it out...eventually he won't know.
They're sorry, Mettaton.
Good night.]
It's a sweater - not striped, of course, but knit with soft yarn in a shade of pale lavender. They had to guess his size, but they had plenty of time, in the hours they spent keeping themself awake, to do little else besides knit and knit and plan.
He doesn't have to know it was them. It won't matter anyway. Even if he figures it out...eventually he won't know.
They're sorry, Mettaton.
Good night.]
[They can see Frisk was here before them, too. It's proof, at least, that they're still alive.
Ha ha.
They do actually bother to wrap this present nicely, because they doubt Mettaton would be happy with the "I don't really care" newspaper-wrapping or plastic-bag kind of treatment. They don't sign it, though, just like they don't sign anything else they're giving anyone. He can just assume it's from an adoring fan, maybe.
...
It's one of those "make yourself more rectangular" beauty kits.
Another cardboard cut-out of himself wouldn't fit into the gift box, you see.]
Ha ha.
They do actually bother to wrap this present nicely, because they doubt Mettaton would be happy with the "I don't really care" newspaper-wrapping or plastic-bag kind of treatment. They don't sign it, though, just like they don't sign anything else they're giving anyone. He can just assume it's from an adoring fan, maybe.
...
It's one of those "make yourself more rectangular" beauty kits.
Another cardboard cut-out of himself wouldn't fit into the gift box, you see.]
[Bucky's not good at this anymore, but he figures Mettaton knows him well enough by now to know that. They've had a rocky road the past month or so and have a lot they need to talk about, but none of that matters when Christmas rolls around.
He leaves two packages by Mettaton's door. One with the robot's name on it and the other marked for Mini. The first, for his son, is filled with all sorts of random shiny things courtesy of the closet. Forks, rings, cellphones, and even some oddly shaped glittering toys.
The second, Mettaton's, is wrapped in brown, plain paper tied with simple string. Inside, Mettaton will find a black and white diamond encrusted microphone along with a note. He's not sure if it's real or not, the closet again, but he'd tried to find something that Mettaton could use and was nice. The note says, your friendship meant everything to me. i'd like to make it right. - bucky.]
He leaves two packages by Mettaton's door. One with the robot's name on it and the other marked for Mini. The first, for his son, is filled with all sorts of random shiny things courtesy of the closet. Forks, rings, cellphones, and even some oddly shaped glittering toys.
The second, Mettaton's, is wrapped in brown, plain paper tied with simple string. Inside, Mettaton will find a black and white diamond encrusted microphone along with a note. He's not sure if it's real or not, the closet again, but he'd tried to find something that Mettaton could use and was nice. The note says, your friendship meant everything to me. i'd like to make it right. - bucky.]
Mettaton. At what point did you think it was okay to give a child a book on making explosives, and the tools to accomplish it?
[It's not wrapped or even in a bag. Sans is terrible at giving gifts, especially when the holidays have been so shit, especially when he's exhausted, and especially when gifts have kind of been the last thing on his mind. But, whatever. The thought that counts or something.]
[It's a robotic dog. The kind that does little flips, makes barking noises, responds to your voice, fetches a little electronic bone--that sort of thing. Everyone likes dogs, right?]
[Attached is a post-it note with the message, figured you needed a friend almost as talented as you. -sans]
[It's a robotic dog. The kind that does little flips, makes barking noises, responds to your voice, fetches a little electronic bone--that sort of thing. Everyone likes dogs, right?]
[Attached is a post-it note with the message, figured you needed a friend almost as talented as you. -sans]
[Do forgive him for being so late. You could understand if he slept through Christmas, right?]
[Wrapped up in the box is a little care package for Mettaton: A copper bracelet, an incense burner with some lavender incense to burn and instructions on how to use it, and, of course, more flowers. There is a Victorian Christmas card and a note which reads:]
Dear Mettaton,
Thank you so much for helping me get acquainted with Wonderland and the new technologies. I don't think I would have gotten so used to the strangest of residents without your help. You are a most entertaining friend, and I couldn't ask for anything more enchanting.
Merry Christmas from your friend, Dorian Gray
P.S. As I wrapped up my gifts, I remembered that you may not have a sense of smell on account of being a living machine. If you are unable to enjoy the incense, you can give it to someone who can. I won't mind.
[Wrapped up in the box is a little care package for Mettaton: A copper bracelet, an incense burner with some lavender incense to burn and instructions on how to use it, and, of course, more flowers. There is a Victorian Christmas card and a note which reads:]
Dear Mettaton,
Thank you so much for helping me get acquainted with Wonderland and the new technologies. I don't think I would have gotten so used to the strangest of residents without your help. You are a most entertaining friend, and I couldn't ask for anything more enchanting.
Merry Christmas from your friend, Dorian Gray
P.S. As I wrapped up my gifts, I remembered that you may not have a sense of smell on account of being a living machine. If you are unable to enjoy the incense, you can give it to someone who can. I won't mind.
[ As much as Darcy might've liked to get everything out in time, Wonderland had a weird way of screwing up her plans. So, after a solid day's sleep, she starts making her rounds - dropping off gifts on each floor while using a little red wagon. In front of Mettaton's door, he'll find a basket that contains:
• a blanket
• a festive mug
• a few different flavors of tea
• honey
• another mug of hot chocolate supplies with a note to just add hot milk
• a chocolate dipped stirring spoon
• ridiculous fuzzy socks
• a tiny stuffed animal
• assorted candy
• and an ornament
There's a note dangling from one of the handles that reads:
Hope Wonderland's attempts at holiday cheer didn't go too poorly for you. Here are a few supplies to help get back into the swing of things. Happy Holidays!
- Darcy ]
• a blanket
• a festive mug
• a few different flavors of tea
• honey
• another mug of hot chocolate supplies with a note to just add hot milk
• a chocolate dipped stirring spoon
• ridiculous fuzzy socks
• a tiny stuffed animal
• assorted candy
• and an ornament
There's a note dangling from one of the handles that reads:
Hope Wonderland's attempts at holiday cheer didn't go too poorly for you. Here are a few supplies to help get back into the swing of things. Happy Holidays!
- Darcy ]
[Mettaton gets a lava lamp with built-in speaker for all your music playing needs. Definitely not big enough for a party, but good for personal use. A small tag reads, "Merry ChristMax!"]
YOURE
SO
PRECIOUS METTATON I WANNA HUG YOU :3c
SO
PRECIOUS METTATON I WANNA HUG YOU :3c
[Guess who saw the tear with King Mettaton in it? This guy!]
Ah, Mettaton? It seems the tear where you had apperently taken over the world is a lot more dangerous than I first thought. I wouldn't go through it if I were you.
-Don't worry, I've kept my distance from... Er... That.
Ah, Mettaton? It seems the tear where you had apperently taken over the world is a lot more dangerous than I first thought. I wouldn't go through it if I were you.
-Don't worry, I've kept my distance from... Er... That.
[It's taken Georgia a while to send this message. Partly because she's been busy and while she hates leaving a thread unfollowed, she has higher priorities than Mettaton. Partly because she wanted to be sure of what she's going to say and ask. She's a journalist. She'd rather be in control, if she can pull it off.
Finally, she sends off a message.]
Meet me in the gardens. We should talk.
[The gardens, where Mirrors can't spy on them.]
Finally, she sends off a message.]
Meet me in the gardens. We should talk.
[The gardens, where Mirrors can't spy on them.]
[ Whenever Mettaton steps out, he'll find a neatly wrapped package dressed up in sparkly purple paper. Inside, he'll find a flashy pattern backpack. Besides the present is also a christmas bouquet, with flowers she picked just for him. On top of the present, there's a cute holiday themed card from Sayaka written in pink ink. ]
Merry Christmas, Mettaton! I hope you have a happy holiday. ♥
From, Sayaka Maizono
Merry Christmas, Mettaton! I hope you have a happy holiday. ♥
From, Sayaka Maizono
[There was a looot of mental debate behind this. But finally, she relented.
A bouquet of roses. A note.]
Merry Christmas.
Mikan Tsumiki.
A bouquet of roses. A note.]
Merry Christmas.
Mikan Tsumiki.
[There's an entire box full of Hershey's Kisses--the cookies and cream kind. There's also two bottles of whiskey and an extremely soft and fuzzy pink blanket. Folded into the middle of the blanket is something else--a small stone made of white quartz that's carved into a heart shape. With the stone is a note that reads thank you for saving me.]
[There is also, for some reason, a small bundle of mistletoe. Almost like a suggestion.]
[There is also, for some reason, a small bundle of mistletoe. Almost like a suggestion.]
[Very messily wrapped outside Mettaton's door is a hot pink (to match his chassis)... taser???
When testing the taser, it apparently doesn't cause electric shock, only a very colorful and sparkling light show. It could even be useful during performances, perhaps? But mostly it's a novelty toy.
It has "MTT" engraved in the side, but no mark of who it's from.]
When testing the taser, it apparently doesn't cause electric shock, only a very colorful and sparkling light show. It could even be useful during performances, perhaps? But mostly it's a novelty toy.
It has "MTT" engraved in the side, but no mark of who it's from.]
[There’s a painting left on Mettaton’s doorstep, with a tag that says, ‘Merry Christmas! Sincerely, Turing’
The painting is question is black with plenty of multicolored spotlights streaming through the painting. It appears that this is a homage to Mettaton’s superstar history!]
The painting is question is black with plenty of multicolored spotlights streaming through the painting. It appears that this is a homage to Mettaton’s superstar history!]
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