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Who: Mettaton & Alphys
When: 09/18
Where: Coven
What: Alphys Bonds With Her ~~space heater~~ ~~killer robot~~ ~~celebrity crush~~ ~~how many of these are actually true descriptions?~~ Friend Named Mettaton
Warnings: N/A

[It was... A long time coming. Mettaton cycled through various Feelings on what he knew should happen, despite the fact that he and Alphys were both Monsters in Talam. As soon as Mettaton fostered his own Bond with a proper Witch, it only made sense to extend some of that magic to his friend.

Since he was pretty sure Alphys would just struggle with finding a Bond. She wasn't terribly charismatic... And more likely to see herself to self-ruination than put herself out there. But for a while (read: a whole year), Mettaton tried to pretend all was well, and that there was nothing for him to alleviate. But of course, he eventually stopped pretending problems weren't happening, and he decided that all along, Alphys had DESPERATELY wanted to Bond with him! Why wouldn't she? Alphys is his number one supporter, after all. Clearly, this arrangement is all for her benefit, and not because Mettaton wants to Bond with his friend.

They arranged to meet at the Coven sometime in the afternoon, the weather growing cooler than previous Summer months. Mettaton is naturally there right on time, anticipating that Alphys would be late. But of course he arrives in style.

A gold blazer. Formalwear, custom-tailored to his dramatic proportions... sequins. Gold stilettos, to round out the MTT-Brand image. He will dazzle her, and possibly blind her with all of that glitter. He's radiant, and people stare at him when they pass. He just sort of... basks in it. Or maybe he's posing deliberately, inviting the gaze of all while he waits for his Bonded-to-be...

As soon as he spots Alphys off in the distance, he raises a hand to wave at her. ...And anyone who was looking at him is now looking at her. She's been SPOTTED.]

Alphys! Yoo-hoo! About time you showed!!

[Whether she's on time or not, that's what he'll say.]

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[Alphys' outfit for this occasion is a bit less... extravagant. She can see him a mile away (heck, he could be seen from space in that get-up), and it gives her pause, just long enough for the idea of turning around and leaving to enter her head. But he sees her before she can entertain that thought.]

Uh... hi?

[Mettaton does some more posturing for Alphys' sake. People continue to stare; Mettaton continues to model, the back of his fingers daintily pressed to the underside of his chin.]

You look nice. [Really, it's cute. It's not Mettaton, but it's cute.] So what do you think of my outfit?? Aefenglom had a GLAMOROUS boom in glimmering, handsome attire, since I inspired local designers everywhere for their showcase during Lùnasa!! Or didn't you notice?

[did you see all of the glitter, alphys. very victorian.]

Obviously, I had this outfit done up for me using their latest in fabric finishes. A glittering gold, dazzling enough to have Dragons everywhere slavering over my body, coveting me for their hoards... And just as expensive as the real thing! [Another pose. Tell him he's pretty, Alphys.]

[Oh my god, why can't you just be normal? Alphys knows everyone is starting at him, but she's in close enough proximity that she can feel their gazes, and it's making her flush a color that matches her pink fur.]

S-see, this is what I was saying! Everybody treats bonding like it's a big deal! You got all dressed up for me?

[Her whole face feels like it's on fire.]

For you. ...For me. For the lovely people gazing upon me. [Yes, all of you Witches bustling about. Mettaton "winks."] And... for the Witches, conducting our ceremony. Is there anybody who doesn't benefit from my dazzling ensemble?

[Maybe Mettaton's just That Way, treating everything involving himself like it's a big deal. He looks smug for the moment, then lights up before Alphys.]

Besides! I didn't get to dress up for my first Bonding ceremony... But we were strangers, off to have our shotgun Bonding. With a chance to plan, why NOT seize the opportunity for a little glam??

[That said, Mettaton casually ropes his arm around Alphys's back as he ushers his Faun friend toward the room intended for Bonding ceremonies. The double doors are wide open, and... it is awfully similar to the sort of scene intended for wedlock, isn't it? With this long aisle leading to a pair of Witches, who seem ready to take on any new Bonded-to-be, all it would take to complete the picture are pews filled with onlookers...]

Shotgun bon- don't compare this stuff to weddings! Jeez!

[She doesn't resist much as she's pushed along towards the doors, although she almost trips on her own hooves at first. All of the color drains from her face when they enter the building. It seems the wedding comparisons aren't ending any time soon.]

W-walking down the aisle?

[Mettaton laughs. It's a laugh that echoes in the chambers of the Coven as he takes Alphys's arm — both to drag her along, and to keep her from being so ~graceful~ in future.]

Lighten up, Alphys! I'm only joking... [He clears his throat, even though he doesn't need to do that.] Besides. I wouldn't marry you. Hahaha.

[They're not marrying. Mettaton pulls her along, dragging her ever closer to the Witches. Dragging her down the aisle...]

Well! Are! You! Ready??? To Bond to a superstar?!

[I don't really have a choice, now do I?? Is what she wants to say, but all that comes out a low, sustained groan.

I guess that's a yes?]

[Another yes is that she's not TRYING to escape, right? All of this put together only means that Alphys is naturally starstruck. Mettaton likes to make shit up.

It's with this cocky smirk that he guides Alphys to stand across from him in this magic sigil constructed by the Witches. Situated across from her, he grasps her hands in his with a dramatic flourish, clutching them close to his body. Without sparing them much of a look, he tells the Witches,]

Ohh yes!! We're ready to Bond!! But I know how this goes. [Last time he did this, there were default phrases, but this time... He leans toward Alphys.] This is where we exchange our vows! Do you have something recited for your favorite robot, or are you going to do this totally unscripted?!

[He flutters his lashes.]

Exchange our what.

[Alphys did not know there were vows involved. Should she have read up on bonding ceremonies beforehand? Maybe. Did she? Absolutely not.]

I didn't... I don't... were we supposed to...!?!?

[And there's a bunch more stammering. How riveting.]

[Mettaton laughs. He unhands her hand and pats her shoulder reassuringly.]

Of course! It's part of the ritual... Don't think about it too hard, darling. [It's not marriage.] But now you're going to have to do it totally improv!! Oh my! Which I know isn't everyone's strongest suit...

[He opens his eye and gives Alphys a long pause and a strong look, remembering their... scripted performance (sometimes not scripted) like it was yesterday. Some people also weren't good at scripts, but he doesn't say that. His meaningful Look says it all.]

Here, I had something all practiced... But I'll do it your way, and speak my vows from the heart!! So what do you think?

[Scripted or unscripted, either way she has to speak in front of a crowd ~~of like two people~~ and she's REALLY BAD AT THIS.]

Uhhh. M-maybe you should go first...

Of course. For my biggest fan.

[He gives Alphys an incredibly charming smile and a wink. It's an expression made for cameras. She designed it, save for the rabbit teeth.

And Mettaton presses his claws to his gold-bedazzled torso in a gesture of being heartfelt. Here we go.]

Could a Bond be the design of fate... if it was a friendship fated as well? That's what you could say, with a scientist and her gorgeous robot! [They went back further than that, but even in Aefenglom, Mettaton doesn't tell anybody that. Mettaton returns to clasping their hands together in his, eagerness exuding from him.] Ohhh YES!! A Bond of mutual trust and reliance... You could call it symbiotic. As I give you all of the Mettaton you could DREAM of! The dazzling me, the MTT-Brand starlight of your life!! As well as all of the playful banter, and romance advice, you could ever dream of... Siiiigh. What more could you ask for??

[He did audibly say "sigh," yes.]

And you, you give me my repairs, and continued health. [He says that like an afterthought for the moment, taking these moments to be dramatic and vain and flippant. Terrible...] Between us... It's a Bond of intimacy, found in the cavities and wires of my body. Ohhh my... Who else would I trust to rush to my side AND my insides, but you?! Ha-ha.

[If he had lungs, he'd be taking a breath here. God. But here he has to actually say what he intends, as her Bonded... and surprisingly offers a bit more than anticipated, delving into thoughts he'd had on the day Frisk showed up Underground:]

I vow to be there for you, if ever you need a friend. I haven't... [He trails off there, glancing aside, deciding not to confess what they both already knew: that he hadn't been a great friend, both at home... and even here, really, rarely checking in and spending time with her anymore.] You can count on me, darling. A Puca can't break promises.

[It's a fleeting moment of more genuineness out of Mettaton, and he gives Alphys a small smile before going right back into MTT-Brand Star Mode.]

I, Mettaton, Hotland's shining star - and soon to be humanity's greatest hit! - take... [And finally, a few more words Mettaton says without being grandiose about it:] ...my friend Alphys. To be my Bonded.

[... While Mettaton was monologuing, the Witches have helpfully offered Alphys a pre-written Bond vow, should she choose to use it.]

Edited (fixed/added things.) 2020-11-15 08:41 (UTC)

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