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Who: Mettaton & open!
When: Throughout Feoveuer
Where: Various
What: Mettaton, a robot, learns to live, laugh, and love......... No, he learns to sleep and taste, as a biological necessity. He takes full advantages of these mortal splendors by sleeping! in! beds!, and eating your Valentine's chocolate while asking you on the date you deserve. There's also a prompt to follow up on his pursuit for a cure to metal weakness. Plus some closed prompts! Feel free to get in touch via MTT's plotting comment if you'd like a custom prompt.
Warnings: usual MTT drama

1. Fact: Mettaton owns a bed. He's never needed it.

A. A Refrigerator Blocks The Way

[First of all, I deceived you. There's a prompt where Mettaton is sleeping... but not in a bed.

Mettaton has developed a peculiar new... ability. Truth be told, it was something he tapped into starting in Iuneril, when he found himself desperate for energy while in the Rathmore's dungeon and slipped into dreamland. He shouldn't have been able to last that entire stay in his EX body, exerting himself as he did! So how did he do it?

In any inappropriate area of your choosing, there is a big metal box. These inappropriate areas may include, but are not limited to...
the middle of the street in the Entertainment District,
blocking a doorway to the Coven,
or even in your front yard.
The metal box kind of looks like it could be a game machine, or some other kind of puzzle-deploying apparatus...? But it must be broken. Its screen is off. Closing in on it suggests further that it must be broken, for it's emitting some kind of repetitive noise...]

ZZZZZZZZ...

[This robot keeps saying "Z" out loud repeatedly, sincerely asleep. Move it with force?]

B. If You're All Alone...

[How incredible! Mettaton's realized it: he's truly able to sleep, just like people do. Most surprisingly, he hasn't needed to recharge in weeks, so sleeping has its obvious benefit.

This time, Mettaton EX sleeps with far more purpose, though he still does so in inappropriate places with more intent. The TV star sleeps in places where he can be noticed, as if drawing attention to the fact that look, he's asleep! Really! While I leave this to your decision, a few ideas include...
sleeping in a reclining position atop a desk,
invading your very own HOUSE and occupying your COUCH or your BED, my GOD,
or... cradled in the palms of a statue with its arms outstretched, in the center of an ornate fountain, like he's god's gift to mankind.
All I'm saying is that you really couldn't come up with a location too ridiculous for Mettaton to be sleeping in. He'll sleep atop a piano, or on a chandelier and tell you it's like he's in a music video! But no matter where he sleeps, he does so peacefully with a satisfied smile.

But he should definitely be stopped. He's a menace, he might break something with how heavy he is, and therefore he's a hazard.]

2. Fact: Mettaton enjoys feeding himself grapes seductively atop pianos.

[It's edging close to the 14^th, and though Aefenglom treats Valentine's Day like a foreign concept, many of the Mirrorbound still seem determined to uphold their own traditions. With the full moon having come and gone, Mettaton's discovered a surprising, unique new sensation that has him floored, and overwhelmed: taste.

There's so much in this city to try that it's dizzying. That Mettaton EX him rushing up to the next Mirrorbound he finds carrying food, be it chocolate, a croissant, or an indeterminate abomination of un-food. It doesn't matter. His golden eye is bright with curiosity, his smile brimming with excitement.]

Hey there, beautiful! I see you're indulging in the wonders of edible delights. Care to share... with me?? Ooh, what a fabulous opportunity for some intimacy, as Valentine's Day hovers so close by! Could it be... A date??

[A date where Mettaton eats your food, and rates it.]

3. Fact: Mettaton's GOing To Patent This Enchantment As MTT-Brand Metal Benadryl

I DON'T FEEL IT ANYMORE... THAT PERSISTENT BURN, THAT AGONIZING CORROSION. IT'S LIKE I'M A BRAND NEW ROBOT!!

[Mettaton carries with him two different things related to his latest appeal for help: spells pre-loaded onto thick slips of paper for any Monster weak against various metals, and the actual alchemical enchantment's instructions and requirements for the curious Witch. His screen blinks yellow and red with his brand new relief, and he spins around.

When he notices somebody nearby, he wheels up to them and...
if they appear to be a Witch, he will pull out the technical instructions on how to conduct the enchantment.
if they appear to be a Monster, particularly of a Puca, Vampire, Turnskin, or Fae persuasion, he'll pull out one of the slips of paper.]

DARLING! PERHAPS YOU'D BE INTERESTED IN THE LATEST IN ENCHANTMENTS. IF IT CAN WORK ON ME TO THIS DEGREE... I'M SEEING A PROMISING FUTURE FOR THIS BREAKTHROUGH SPELL!

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I CAN TELL YOU HOW. IT'S QUITE SIMPLE. [He raises a pointer finger, the letter M displaying on his monitor.] A FRIEND BUILT IT! WHY? TO SHOW THE KING! WHY? GOVERNMENT FUNDING! THESE BODIES WEREN'T FREE, DARLING.

[And she couldn't have gotten the lab without becoming the Royal Scientist and impressing Asgore with imbuing inanimate objects with souls and equipping them with weapons.

Testing his body out hadn't occurred to him, but Mettaton still doesn't like it. He's a weapon, but he's mostly an amusement robot! He crosses his arms, mulling it over. Alphys is even here. She helped repair him, with what little resources she had available. He has to wonder if she'd be capable of revitalizing even his non-functional features, somehow. He has no excuse not to give it a try, even if he doesn't care for weaponry.

He could ask her to fix it, if it doesn't already work.]

...A PERSUASIVE ARGUMENT. I DON'T LIKE IT, BUT IF IT COULD HAVE COME IN HANDY...

[Boy, that would be embarrassing.]

I MAY AS WELL. TEST IT OUT. BUT I SINCERELY DOUBT ANYTHING WILL COME OF IT!

[That... explained something, at least. So Mettaton was from a society that wanted to eradicate humans, and took advantage of this by appropriating various metal bodies that were developed as part of this process. But if the desire to wipe out humanity had been a genuine one for someone, using an entity with a personality like Mettaton to serve as your robot-driver... seemed an unusual choice.

Or maybe everyone in that world was like this...?

A chilling thought.]

Better to know one way or another, isn't it? If it can't be repaired, you're out nothing but a bit of time. And if it can....

[He didn't know how strong it was, or how effective it was meant to be, but- if someone could access some degree of their old powers here, why wouldn't they take it? One could always hope to never have to use it.

And hopes were so frequently dashed.]

I'd be curious to see, if you do. I have some experience with machinery myself... it might be interesting to see the result of another star's technology firsthand.

[Let's hope he meets Papyrus and learns how Like This everyone is.]

YOU? EXPERIENCED WITH MACHINERY???

[Mettaton is surprised by this revelation, and he makes sure to make it well known by clasping either side of his body in shock. Emet-Selch, having experience with machinery? He has a lot of doubt that it compares to the likes of Tony and Alphys, considering the fact that he shares a world with Mira who-didn't-know-what-TV-was, and the whole being thousands of years old doesn't help his case. That's the last thing he would have expected to hear.

Then again, not knowing what TV is doesn't mean machines don't exist. He clasps his hands together next, trying to look spellbound. Or, lovestruck, because he's decided to include a heart?]

AS IN, ENOUGH TO PERFORM A REPAIR? WELL WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO SOONER?? I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED AS MUCH OUT OF YOU, CONSIDERING. AND FRANKLY, I NEED ALL OF THE RESOURCES I CAN GET MY LUXURIOUSLY GLOVED HANDS ON... WHEN IT COMES TO THE REPAIR OF MY BODY, IN THIS PLACE.

[He'd likely find Papyrus either deeply annoying or deeply agreeable, possibly at the same time.

Though the Ascian frowns a bit at Mettaton's clear shock. Was it so strange to think he'd know something of the technical world? Just because he was ancient didn't mean he was less adept. Why would-- ah. Mira. An Eorzean's ignorance would leave a certain impression.

He's a little miffed at being lumped in with her, but attempts to de-ruffle himself.]

My original civilization was fairly advanced. At least in comparison to the present day, both here and at home.

[They had skyscrapers and everything. Very modern, but in a... pleasantly nostalgic sort of way.]

I've built several empires primarily on the force of their magitechnical might. A few repairs should not be beyond me. [Assuming he'd be willing to bother, but... eh. It was probably in his best interest to ensure his Bonded's general health and/or well-being.] Of course, it's possible your specific circuitry will be wholly unfamiliar to me, but I'm sure you don't mind a bit of trial and error.

[How reassuringly gentle.]

[Now if they had TV, Mettaton would have to agree that there's an obvious winner in civilization superiority.

The more Emet-Selch tells him about his life, the more it shapes his mental pictures of these other worlds. So magitech is something both here and there, and he's fairly clear on the difference in construct — instead of relying on things like electricity, battery, or reactors, they power things with magic. It's pretty different from his own body, which is magical insofar as it has a soul. But that's it.

It would be interesting to see what somebody with a history in magitech would say. His bodies aren't his work to take pride in, and he's more than willing to give Alphys constructive feedback that she doesn't want.]

WHAT A THRILLING, INTIMATE IDEA... AND SUCH AN EXERCISE IN TRUST. I LOVE IT!! ESPECIALLY SINCE I'M POSITIVE YOU'LL GET SOMETHING WRONG! AHAHA.

BUT REALLY. WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN?? A SHORT CIRCUIT? A NON-FUNCTIONING LIMB? NOTHING THAT CAN'T BE FIXED! AND I DON'T MIND THE PROSPECT OF ELECTROCUTION. OOOH, THERE'S SUCH DELIGHTFUL PLEASURE IN EXPERIENCING SENSATION, AFTER ALL...

[The potential for error doesn't dissuade Mettaton in the slightest. He moves the back of his hand against his "forehead" in a swoon. This is enough of an indication to suggest that if Emet-Selch were to work on his body, he would flirt the entire time.]

[They probably had TV. It's hard to put the civil in civilization without it.

Mettaton's reaction catches the Ascian off-guard for a moment; it was taking some time to adjust to his particular... demeanor. But on one hand... it was good that the robot was realistic and understanding about things going wrong. It was always annoying to not be immediately fully competent at something, and being berated on top of it would make him less inclined to assist at all.

On the other hand... Emet-Selch was getting the distinct impression that Mettaton would keep up his delightful banter the entire time. That was almost worse.

...well. Perhaps he'd learn to tune it out.]

Yes, yes, I'm sure it'll be quite the experience for us both.

[Could he sound less enthused? Probably, but it's still pretty unenthused regardless.]

Who knows, perhaps you'll show me something new after all.

[Mettaton freezes in place before he assumes an incredibly neutral posture, arms hanging at his sides and screen a bright yellow.]

OH, YES. IT WILL BE NEW. I APPRECIATE YOUR EFFUSIVE EXCITEMENT. AT LEAST IT TELLS ME YOU'RE NOT EAGER TO TEAR ME TO PIECES. GIVEN THAT, I'M RELIEVED.

[Not that he ever thought Emet-Selch would even have the energy to be so cruel, or even overcome with excitement. He's beginning to get it: it's more like a passive interest — which, while Mettaton cannot relate to interests being so passive, he can appreciate.

...Did he have an original purpose in coming here that had nothing to do with sleep? Ah, he did. Though much of it was addressed (Mira, the "mistake," his conversation with her), all that remained was the petty, vindictive aspect in the form of a demand to "continue" that physical contact from their Bonding ceremony, but his care for that has all but dissolved. There are other chances for that kind of thing, Bonded as they are. He's much more satisfied to have learned more of Emet-Selch, and he needs to process how he feels about him given his new understanding of him and his views. There's so much he disagrees with.]

WELL! I'LL BE LEAVING YOU NOW. BUT... ONE LAST QUESTION. [He raises a finger.] WHAT WERE YOUR PEOPLE CALLED? NOBODY'S TOLD ME.

[His relief at hearing that Mettaton intended to leave was not quite palpable, but the Ascian doesn't much attempt to hide it either. This had all been somewhat draining, and he needed to just... decompress and be alone for a while.

(He was always alone. Especially with others.)

But that final question. It was... actually more of a request than Mettaton might realize. It wasn't as though it were secret, but Emet-Selch didn't tell the name of his home to just anyone. Names of things were personal. Important to him.

Still, with everything else he'd already disclosed, there seemed little point in holding back that detail. His sigh is a little defeated, somehow, as though giving in to something.]

Anyone from the present day, if they were made aware of our existence, would label us as ancients, though that's not much of a name. Those few who've heard of us disaster-bringing survivors know us as Ascians, but that only refers to a select few. No, my people were from Amaurot, so we would be Amaurotine.

AMAUROT. AND YOU, AS ONE OF THOSE SURVIVORS, ARE CALLED ASCIAN... BUT, YOU'RE AMAUROTINE. UNDERSTOOD.

[The name "Amaurotine" sticks with him more. It's who his people are, not some quality of surviving and bringing destruction. He doesn't think that has to be so necessary to him as a person, but what does he know.

As an unnecessary parting gift, Mettaton quickly grabs for Emet-Selch's hand to hold meaningfully between both of his own.]

WELL, DARLING. WHAT A PLEASURE SPEAKING WITH YOU, AS ALWAYS. YOU NEVER FAIL TO GIVE ME SO MUCH TO CONSIDER... ABOUT YOU. [And he lets go, treating him to a wave.] UNTIL NEXT TIME, GORGEOUS! TRY NOT TO SLEEP SO MUCH!!

[With that, he departs, getting on with his usual mischief of the day. Which is never usual or routine.]

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