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[metalcrusher]

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!

Comments

[glitzandglamour]

[Sick?! Oh, no. Had she caught the Cwyld or something? That might have explained why Alphys was so missing, and why she wasn't even looking for him... Mettaton's expression drops a bit, part in due to her admission and part because of his own feelings. He looks at her with just a bit of sorrow through a smile.]

PLEASE, DARLING. YOU MADE THIS BODY. I HAVE FAITH IN YOUR ABILITY TO FIX IT.

[But he's uneasy, and it shows on his face. He... lifts his arm to show her something that he fears will pose too much of a difficulty.]

HOWEVER. ARE YOU ANY GOOD WITH WORKING ON ANYTHING OF A MORE... ORGANIC PERSUASION? I SEEM TO BE DEVELOPING... ORGANS???????? AND SUCH.

[wanna work on something living/dead/??? again, alphys? shit's fucked. irretrievably. Mettaton shows her... yes, vessels of some kind follow some of the exposed wires in his arm. They're translucent in color, carrying not blood, but some other kind of fluid. It's so messed up, and that's just the beginnings of it.]

[textsfromhotland]

[That would imply she was adventurous enough to go outside the walls, and not that she caught a cold from running around barefoot in the snow.]

O-organs...?

[She tries not to look too shocked when he shows her the... ew, vessels., but her eyes go wide despite her best efforts. Mettaton. Mettaton, please. She doesn't even have organs! at least she didn't used to oh god is she growing organs now too]

Uhh... of course I can! I'm a doctor, r-right? [awkward laugh]

[glitzandglamour]

[She'll find her adventurous spirit soon enough. Maybe not adventurous in the sense that she wants to discover organs, but adventurous in that she finds herself in the beautiful world.

Mettaton is not reassured by her reaction, and his eyelid curtains his eye more heavily. He raises his only usable hand in objection, pointing a finger at Alphys.]

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A MEDICAL DOCTOR AND A PHYSICIST! YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT.

[He sinks back further yet. MTT drops his leg from his poising, at least. Without being asked, he decides to fill Alphys in.]

WHATEVER. JUST TREAT ME LIKE A MACHINE. BESIDES... [He closes his eye, tired. His vocal enthusiasm doesn't match his appearance.] YOU COULD NEVER BE WORSE THAN A GAGGLE OF CRUEL WITCHES WHO SEE FIT TO STRAP ME TO GURNEYS IN A DEEP, DARK BASEMENT! THE THINGS THEY DID. YOU'D THINK THEY WERE FASCINATED WITH ME BEYOND MEASURE... IF NOT FOR THE FACT THAT THEY WOULDN'T MIND IT IF I DIED.

[textsfromhotland]

[Alphys was about to argue his point, but oh wow that was a whole lot of trauma he just infodumped on her.]

M-mettaton, that sounds... really awful...

[She taps her fingers together nervously. That whole "strapped to a gurney in a dark basement" part hit a little too close to home.]

Do... do you wanna talk about it...?

[She's not entirely sure if she's the right person for this sort of thing. Just like with the organs.]

[glitzandglamour]

[Alphys is the perfect person for this.

Does Mettaton ever want to talk about things he'd rather forget? He keeps up with his thousand mile stare.]

NO.

BUT I'M GOING TO DO IT ANYWAY. BECAUSE I'M PROBABLY NOT AS WELL-OFF AS I'M CARRYING MYSELF. I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE.

[Was the entire dungeon fake? Did he imagine it all? Did he really see Papyrus in silver chain, Emet-Selch with his broken body, Amadeus scarcely able to breathe, and...]

OH, YES. THAT DARK-HAIRED DRAGON BOY YOU WERE MAKING THE MOVES ON UNDER THE MISTLETOE. [Thank You Mettaton! See like over half this damage? Mettaton points to it, still sprawled like he's on his chaise longue.] POOR THING. HE TRIED TO EAT ME.

[textsfromhotland]

[Alphys is SO RELIEVED when he says no... for about two seconds before he says he's gonna do it anyway. Oh god. Okay. This is what friends are for! She's just terrible at it.

And then he mentioned the dragon. Of course it had to be someone she knew.]

He WHAT. [she was not making moves on him they were stuck together because magic] Can... can he do that? I don't think we're allowed to do that!

[She's well aware that monsters here function differently from monsters in the underground, but she's fairly certain "eating people" is still off the table.]

[glitzandglamour]

AND WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO PERFORM A KIDNAPPING EN MASSE, BUT THAT DIDN'T STOP THE RATHMORES!!

[One-armed, lazy shrug. Because he's in bad shape as it is, limb-wise.]

THEY MADE HIM GO FERAL, AND TOSSED ME IN LIKE AN ENTICING PLAYTHING. ...CAN I EVEN DIE, AS I AM??? I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.

[Being formerly incorporeal and then getting these bodies muddies matters somewhat.]