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[He blinks at Mikasa, a bit flabbergasted by her explanation. Because it doesn't make much sense to him... He knew about the Eren thing, but he didn't know it was real still, nor did he think anyone could. But she segues back into theater.]

Oh. Yes. Their solution is to legalize it with strict limitations placed on magic. For example... I'm not allowed to shapeshift during a performance. I'd be too brilliant if they couldn't hinder me SOMEhow...

[But he's still focused on Mikasa's explanation. He lifts a finger.]

I thought you said your bond issue with Eren turned out to be a hoax... So how was he, or nobility, responsible for... that?

[Her headaches, he means. He's being a bit more careless around the kids, they could handle it, they're collateral, whatever, it's fine. But he smirks, snapping a finger.]

Unless you mean to say that both Eren, and nobility, give you headaches... Just that insufferable, is it? Ha-ha.

[She's shrugging. She didn't blame him for being confused, she still didn't know how it worked. Eren had been lying, but there had to have been something to it. Like why she could do so much that others couldn't. Why in that moment, in the cabin with the corpse of one of her kidnappers, everything had been so clear? That she'd known exactly where to step, where to plunge the blade. Where she'd gotten the strength for it to go straight through his ribs.

The new rules. As interesting as they were, and as flawed as that one seemed. Couldn't someone good at magic, hide they were doing it? Ultimately didn't affect her much. She had very little interest in the theater. She couldn't read a book without getting bored. A play, something that was shorter might have been able to keep her attention for longer, but she'd still rather be moving about.

There was always work to be done.

And she wasn't good enough at acting to pretend to know, or fully understand it, or feign interest enough to move the topic on.

Sorry kiddos. Sure hope they didn't put together this conversation and the name of their future benefactor.]

He made it up. The part where we were bonded...The part where he can change memories wasn't. It's...complicated. [An understatement. Just how did one say 'so our royal family had an ability that allowed them to mind-control the populace. They had to pass this down by feeding the person with this power to a family member. Eren has this ability because his dad went and eat the royal family.'

So yeah...Mikasa has to think about that.]

The two things are separate. My...supposed bond with him was because of my blood. His abilities are because of what he is. Before Eren had that ability, our old nobles did.

[These poor fucking kids must be so confused.]

[Mikasa's concern about how to break this news, especially while making it family-friendly for all of the kiddos who tagged along behind and around them, was totally valid. It would be a horrifying thing for any of the kids more interested in the Fae and the Puca and thus paying attention to hear.

The poor kids remain confused and unable to make sense of it all and fortunately, most of them don't really connect with the name "Eren" and thus let it leak from their brains. Maybe they'd think about it later... Who knew? As for Mettaton... He is also confused. Mikasa's world was strange and sad and confusing and really dated. Dated enough that he knows she had no electricity, no running water... The sun and the stars, and a massive wall around the population. Mettaton stares off skyward just thinking about such differences.

He wonders what it would be like to be Bonded to her. What memories he's see, what dreams he'd share. It's okay if it's just entertaining the thought... but Mettaton's thought is clear, his ears leaning back, one of them swiveling and flicking and angling back and everything. Maybe he'd have a better understanding of what she'd been through that way.]

So your head hurting... Have they altered your memories, darling? Is that what you mean? [He pulls a face, exasperated, and leveraging his fingers against his temple, nursing it the way she did just moments before.] Oh! Now my head hurts, just thinking about all of this!

[His head doesn't hurt. He doesn't get headaches.]

[It was fine. Mikasa only just understood it herself, and that was with three years to come to terms with it. Work it out.

Still, she huffs. Rolling her shoulders, getting moving again. Almost like she wasn't going to answer.]

No. Mine can't be altered. Because of Hizuru. [Because she was half their blood and not fully Eldian. Because she was an Ackerman. Because she was different to everyone she'd grown up with when she'd rather be the same.] Do you remember? The mark on my wrist and what that woman said? [How she was their hope, a long lost descendant. How there'd been no one else of East Sea descent left on the walled island.] Everyone but me can be manipulated.

[Supposedly.] ...I don't know why my head hurts.

[It was fitting though. Wasn't it? That a fae could see through illusions...]

I see... Yes. Of course I remember the mark, and that woman. Kiyomi, talking about you as Hizuru's hope...

[One thing he understands in a sea of confusion is still enough to bring brightness to Mettaton's expression, his ears standing up again.]

Such power, to manipulate the world... save for you. But it turns out you still don't know why your head randomly hurts like that... [Mettaton reaches out to touch it, but thinks better of it and abstains.] Have you considered that you have chronic migraines?

[He knows what those are. Though he's never felt a migraine, nor a headache, and is just regurgitating modern medical conditions unrelated to some grand plot-based scheme...]

[Technically the world was wrong. Eren could only potentially control and manipulate Eldians, but...if Eren had his way. Then the rest of the world wasn't really an issue there.

But she's moving on. Frowning and squinting at him as she led the children on. To this theater.]

Chronic migraines..? [She was not from a modern world. The heck is this.] No...It's not all the time. ['Chronic' was the word she'd understood out of that.]

Hmm. [And unfortunately, Mettaton is very inorganic and has no idea what a headache or a migraine feel like. But he'll still impart his understanding:] Even if it's not all the time, I think it can still be a chronic condition if it's routine! Still.

[Shrug! What does he know. Mettaton just assumes that she knows what a migraine is, leading her and the kids to the theater proper. Mettaton quickly asks,]

I've been meaning to inquire. Have you found yourself a Witch Bonded yet, Mika?

[There's a grumble. But...she just kind of accepts her fate, his energy drowning her out for now. But she's nodding.]

Yeah... [There's a few seconds pause. Maybe it was suspense. Or maybe it was just cause she'd thought he'd already know given him and said bonded where...doing things. That was how she'd going the bond offer in the first place.] Emet-Selch offered when he thanked me for telling you how...to not cause him to bleed out.

[Not exactly. It'd been more for stopped Mtt from paniking and doing anything too dumb really. Because he hadn't been that close to dying in the end.]

[Indeed, Emet-Selch would have been fine, probably. But it did help Mettaton's panic simmer down to talk to Mikasa. Had Mettaton continued to siphon blood from him like an idiot, exsanguination wasn't out of the question, but he had the sense to stop that at least.

But surprisingly, Mettaton does not know of Emet-Selch's recent Bond to her, and his eye alights, his ears spring upright, and he clasps together his hands.]

Really?! You're Bonded to Emet-Selch, then. Mikasa! Do you know what that makes us...???

[He fumbles with his hands. He clearly wants to clasp hers in his again, and thinks better of it. He doesn't touch her.]

We're Bonded-in-laws!! Or... Oooh, [He tries to figure this out. Bonded to the same person... Not necessarily in-laws.] His paramours... Co-Bondmates. Cicisbeo and mistress...

[Mettaton I am begging you to stop while you're ahead. There are children.]

[Mikasa halts, almost going to her tiptoes with how sudden it is. One of the children bumping into the back of her...They're not able to budge her.

She does not share his enthusiasm. Her face set in it's normal unfazed look.

Then it goes on a journey. The eyebrows winkling, then the nose scrunching up a little. Downturned mouth opening, then closing for her lips to press in a fine line. That's a whole lot of words. She didn't quite get all of them but. 'Mistress' Her head jerks a little in that. Turning slightly towards the kids, like she was just about to change direction with them instead of following, but her feet didn't move.

She just scowled.

...No.]

... No?

[He can read expressions, apparently. Mettaton chuckles, unfazed by his own creativity. Amused at himself, at her reaction. At his colorful choices in words.]

Well. He's very emotional... So prepare yourself, darling. Still! I'm glad you've found a Witch to Bond with. And that you two have met.

[... It's a nice feeling, having two of his friends meet. His ears lean back and he nods approvingly, before he starts to wonder if they, too, will start sharing memories and dreams.....

Well, he's not going to think about that for the moment, though it does get Mettaton to pull a... face, glancing away as he contemplates the nightmares they'd sure feed each other if it grew to that level of sharing. But he pushes that aside just as quickly as he pushes open the heavy theater doors to the unused, spacious foyer that eventually leads to a likewise unused theater (kinda like this; more). Not one of the biggest ones in the district, but unused, unclaimed, save for the rare and surely illicit use in recent history. The magitech lighting still works, giving off a glow like oil lamps.

Mettaton sighs.]

Thank GOD they lifted that ban. I hope to see every single theater eventually in use! But for now... What do you think? Is this enough room?

[Yeah...She'd guessed. Not that Emet-Selch was emotional as such, but that he felt...strongly about some things. And that wasn't even from the bond but what even she'd picked up on from what he'd said.]

I know a few... [There's a small shrug. There had been a few reasons she'd not gained a witch bond before. Partly because of her trust issues. But she'd also had the issue of most witches she met already had bonds, or were waiting in the hopes of that one person appearing.

Mikasa was silent as they went into the dusty threater, antenna flickering around. While some of the children gasped, mouths hanging open as they eyes took in the large room. They'd seen big rooms before but...no machines? So much space. The chairs looked soft! They didn't move from their spot though, hiding behind the fae and puca like they might get in trouble for touching anything.]

...I'd hope so. [Mettaton there was only a few dozen kids.] I doubt they'd grow that quickly. [Was that a poor attempt at a joke? But seriously, this place would have room for more adults. It was fine.]

[Emotional, volatile, depressed... Mettaton feels the whole run of emotions from him. Perpetual despair, all the time.

Bonding with Mettaton means perpetual cheer, all the time, conversely. It cancels itself out.

Mikasa's little joke gets a snort from Mettaton as he glances back at the gaggle of children, human and Monster alike. ...In a way, it reminds him of what the Surface would look like back home in time, gazing upon this eccentric little bunch. It earns a sort of genuine smile out of the robot as his ears fall slightly back, somewhere between contentment and deeper feelings.

But enough of that. Mettaton claps his hands together.]

Well! For the present, this can be their new abode, then. Home away from factory life... Uneducated and unpaid. Terrible conditions. Couldn't even be bothered to furnish them with appropriate footwear.

[Mettaton stares long and hard at their worn-down shoes with a sort of judgemental squint. He counts children with a quick scan of his eyes, then files away that number.]

Given that we're not looking at any unsettling growth spurts... We'll get settled in here. Don't be shy! [With a raise of his finger, Mettaton continues, ushering the kids to file inside with a sweep of his arm as he turns to Mikasa.] I'm want to get them new shoes. The ones they're wearing aren't even shoes anymore. Another tragedy.

[Emet-Selch being depressed? To Mikasa he just came off as normal. Carrying the same dry humor that so many back home had. She didn't know that much about him though. Other than him being quiet and blunt.

His comment on their footware gets a gruff noise from her almost a cough really. It's coupled with a low murmur. One that probably not meant to be heard, especially by the children.] Can't run very far on bleeding feet.

[Some of the kids did spread out, exploring. Slowly leaving the muted fae. Some of them were still wary of the loud and bombastic puca, even if they were coming to realise this was normal. Though they, and the fae looked down at the mention of the shoes.]

It'd take a while to get enough money for all of them to get shoes. [She wasn't against it. But she didn't have the money for it, clothes were expensive. Something rarely replaced, even if it was cheaper here. Shoes probably weren't brought more than once a year.]

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[That's because everyone where she's from is depressed and traumatized.

But Mettaton carries on, spun up in his own fantastic reverie as he continues to survey little feet with a growing brightness to his eye.]

Money? No problem! [He doesn't clarify at all, then jostles Mikasa's shoulder slightly as he begins to walk after the kids with more of a pronounced bounce to his step.] Don't think about it. Let's just get some measurements— Or, wait. Do you think I should take them out to buy shoes in groups?

[He's never had to buy so many shoes before... He's bought a lot of shoes before, but not this many, in so many sizes that aren't his own Puca-size! Buying shoes is a lot of fun, to him. He also just decides he's shouldering this expense, no questions asked.]

[And some of those kids were moving, mostly to explore. But some thinking he was trying to play with how he bounced. He didn't seem serious and scary like some of the adults, even if he was big and loud...And some of the mirrorbound adults had played too. So maybe...

Mikasa held her ground though. Only just moving at his bash, straightening her shoulders to give a little shove back. Excuse you? But she has an answer]

I think you're supposed to try them on. It's hard to measure them. [Not that she was an expert, she could sew and make clothes. But shoes were a bit more specialized than that. She only knew a few things from when they'd gotten their uniforms.] It depends on how you put your weight when you walk.

[Would that have even been a factor for Mettaton though? Could his feet blister?]

Ohhh... Yes!! [Mettaton snaps his fingers.] You have a dazzling point there, beautiful. It's best if they can decide for themselves if a pair's made for them to walk in, isn't it? I understand.

[OKAY, SO... Mettaton weirdly can get blisters now. He's not saying that, though... He is a body horror nightmare, made of flesh and silicone and metal and glass and fur and some manner of fluid that seems to be replacing blood. She could maybe figure that out one day if he gets badly mauled enough.

That's then. Right now, he's still not thinking of blisters, and instead thinking about the freedom of expression! Of course the little ones would want to pick their own shoes. He would, if he were them. He understands that he likes to put his weight on the balls of his feet, so obviously he likes to wear heels! (He wonders if any of these kids will like heels. Mettaton.......)]

It's decided, then! You can stay here... And I'll take them out in shifts, to pick out some shoes. Can you handle that, darling?

[Mettaton And Mikasa Kidnap Like 30 Kids And Try To Take Care Of Them With Limited Resources. They're doing their best.]

[His response gets a nod at first, thennnnn a slow head tilt as he keeps going. Realising that she's been left in charge of a majority of the children and..hm.]

I can handle it...

[Because it was probably best if most of them were here, with her. She'd leave the painful money stuff to him. It'd give her a chance to scoop out this place he'd taken them too, make sure it was safe. So she's okay with it.]

Which of you want to go first?

[She'd let the kids choose if they wanted to go with him for shoes.]

Yes!! Which ones of you are luckiest of them all?!

[At first, the kids were a bit daunted at the sight of Mettaton. He's strange and oddly-shaped, tall and different, like nothing they'd ever seen before. But he grins down at them all before planting his palms on his knees, leaning forward toward them just as much as his tall ears do. For the Turnskin and Puca in the group, his obvious interest either wins him points or makes them step back.

However, the Fauns among the orphans step forward, as do some of the curious Witches. The Chimera, too, step forward, registering Mettaton as... well, something kind of like them. What is he? (And normally, they don't see themselves as quite lucky! They want to be lucky.) All in all, a mixed group of Witches, Turnskin, Faun, and Chimera primarily step forward — seven of them, mostly Fauns. It's a manageable group, maybe. Good thing he can touch any of them — the Puca will be more difficult to corral.

Mettaton turns brightly to Mikasa.]

I'll take this bunch, then. You go ahead and get settled in, gorgeous! Toodles!

[And just like that, Mettaton... whisks away his group of seven with a sort of maneuver involving extending his arm and bunching them together, guiding them right back out the door with a sort of bouncy enthusiasm that either confuses the kids, or gets them excited — the bolder ones are the first to go, after all. Their excitability comes more naturally to them.

It will take him a bit. A good hour, at least.]

[Mikasa blinks at the ones stepping up...Did fauns even need shoes? Would it just be woolen splints to protect their shins? It hadn't been a thing she'd thought about, given that she didn't have hooves. But it didn't matter too much, she'd see once they returned.

While Mettaton does that, the fae would busy herself with making sure the kids stayed out of the darker parts of the theater. Keeping them in the main section, where the stage and chairs where. While she made sure there was nothing and no one dangerous in the cubbies, though she couldn't smell anyone and Mettaton had made no mention of there being anyone else here.

She just wanted to be safe.

But she did find some loot for her efforts. She wasn't sure of the actual purpose of the 'beds' she'd found. But she'd dragged what appeared to be two large mats filled with straw out. By the time Mettaon got back, he'd notice that some of the younger kids were taking the opportunity to nap. The elders exploring the stage.

Mikasa was perched, leaning on a chair. Watching them sleep....yes. 1000% not creepy. ]

[Of course the Fauns can have shoes! Do they need them? Maybe not, but Mettaton doesn't care, and they want shoes! Protecting those hooves from cracks and puncturse is a nice benefit. And just look at how stylish and practical.

Mettaton returns with just as much energy as before, all of the kids wearing new shoes, as promised! And yes, of course at least one of the Fauns found a sparkly (yet sturdy) shoe to be an attractive pick... Mettaton only enabled this. (It's fortunate that this isn't a time period where shoes of poor construction are mass-manufactured. Mettaton's taking them somewhere he trusts for Monster shoes, anyway.) One of the Fauns excitedly runs up to Mikasa to show her how good they look, because they like Mikasa and want to show off. They are ready to walk ANY distance.

Mettaton's already asking who wants to go next, and more of the kids, affected by the flashy display of their peers, opt to volunteer: a mixed group of more Monsters and humans.

Before he departs again, Mettaton hops to Mikasa's side an observes the set-up she'd made out of what he readily assumes are mats intended to falsify falls or landings by actors. His return roused some of them, but harder sleepers who are exhausted might still be conked out under her watch. For a moment, the robot kneels at her side.]

You're awfully vigilant... What do you think?

[Of the theater, of the shoes, the kids, whatever.]

[IT BEGINS.

Mikasa...Hadn't been expecting much. She'd grown up in the warmest district. Though she had seen a few horses, the merchant ones that would be walking for a long time with socks, when they'd gone on that training exercise. The bleeting faun got a blink as the fae tilted her head, kneeling a little to look... A small nod. ]

They look...comfortable... [Not the best compliment. But it's enough for the calf to start hopping and jumping around so ALL can see their booties. Which meant her and Mettaton could talk without being interrupted. Not that the children had done much of that. Cautious, like she had been at their age.]

It's better than I expected. There's not many draughts or leaks. There are worse places... I'm glad you knew of it.

[It was an attempt at praise. Because it really was a good spot. Possibly a bit too good and she intended to stay just in case someone else had laid claim to it. But compared to the cold warehouse floor this place was amazing.]

[Mettaton nods along, glad that she's glad with his choice. He shrugs a single shoulder — the rise and fall of an impressively sized shoulder guard.]

Of course. [He tosses his head and flips his hair.] I would know if it, naturally. I spend a lot of my time in these parts, as you'd expect.

[He doesn't shirk his duties when it comes to aiming for the top, but there's not the same sort of impromptu urgency TV has... It's a strange affair, to be among other performers, too. That was the greatest culture shock and many months ago, he even found his spirit battered thanks to the need for competition atop a disfiguring change to his body, where welts and pain and ache were his norm.

Things have gone a long way since then. A boost in comfort meant a boost in confidence, and harnessing his magic and reclaiming his soul helped realign Mettaton. When he told Mikasa in Feoveur that Bonds were a key to feeling all right, he meant that in his case, they were his key to feeling like he had a soul at all. Being an Undertale Monster is suffering.

But this is a lot of introspection for thinking about a place to house some kids. It just happens that Mettaton's making the Entertainment District ever more of his domain, and he's pleased with his progress.]

Someday, I hope even this theater could be used for its intended purpose... But! We can use it in the meanwhile. We may as well! [He flashes her a grin while the Faun child struts their stuff, hopping around erratically. A break in their otherwise stolid demeanor, having weathered unwelcoming conditions beforehand.

Though Mettaton casts an aside glance about the room and pulls a face, wrinkling his nose as he comments lowly,] I hope they give it a different finish. Green? Please. The decor is ghastly in here...

[Wow, hair-flipping and sassy shoulder lifts? That's just begging to be shot down with dry-ness. He's getting the Lineface as she stared at him without blinking.]

...You spend your time in abandoned buildings? [But she snorts, turning to watch the prancing, ears twitching at the echo of the hooves hitting the wooden floors.]

It will be. [It's certain. Not out of knowledge of that industry or anything. She'd made her lack of knowledge there clear.] It's a large building, it would have been repurposed by now if there wasn't intreast in the performances. [She didn't know theater, but she knew how quickly things would be seized and put to use.

And the mention of the decor makes her look at him. Then at the walls, scanning them.]

...What's wrong with green? It's like being outside... [She liked green...]

The Entertainment District's not all abandoned theaters, you know.

[Wake up, Mikasa! Lose yourself to the dizzying lights of the other attractions the Entertainment District has to offer, including, well, Mettaton!!

Or don't.

But she has a point about these buildings remaining vacant and unused for as long as they have. People want performance back, and it's up to performers to make it so. Mettaton feels a fiery determination at the prospect and smiles at the venue, only for her to remind him of his problem with ... the decor.]

What's wrong? This is the shade of green, darling. Come on. You have to agree... It's a sickly color, for being outside!!

[Plus, the pink-and-red deal on top? Not a great combination. Mettaton tsks and shakes his head. It's not terribly important, and it's not like he's either owning this theater nor being paid to redecorate it according to his standards...

(But what if he made a venture out of owning real estate??? Mettaton spaces off for a moment.)

...Before snapping his fingers.]

Well! I have more shoes to buy. More children to lead. You can sit here and think about the outside, if pale green strikes a chord with you... Haha.

[Like he's giving her a dry retort to that, too! Same vein of humor, perhaps. Mettaton can be rather sassy. He wiggles his fingers at Mikasa and bounces to go collect some kids for yet another trip, trips he would take until all of them were properly Shoe'd.]

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