[This isn't really a message Mettaton wants to send off. The reasons behind every event leading to this are personal and a celebrity is permitted their private life, aren't they?
...But the rest of the Monsters have to know. Undyne would confront Asher with violence, Papyrus with chipper reasoning, and both would out themselves. He needs to speak with someone who, without a shadow of a doubt, would never act.
He has to talk to Sans.]
We have a situation.
Someone recently found out that I have a weakness against humans. You know what weakness I'm talking about.
If they find out that you're the same as me, you could all be in danger.
There's a nice sense of safety, being in his own room. The door is locked. In his bed, behind his back and probably still reading, is a man without a Monster's fatal flaw. He's not alone. He's protected. Nothing is going to happen.]
Asher. Medium-sized human man with brown hair, outdated slang, and anger problems.
I know you won't, but for the sake of the audience (and having it on record), I'm going to tell you not to confront him.
Darling, if you went through what I just did, you wouldn't blink an eye if I told you he wanted me to call him "Johnny."
[Not to mention what he did to his face. After Mettaton's own mistakes, he was willing to concede and maybe chalk that one up as an unfortunate, frightened reflex, but now?
Now he has the image of a blood-stained door both forever engraved in his mind and saved on his magitek.]
Point being. As far as he or anyone he might have spoken to knows, it ends with me. Let them think it's a feature to keep a robot in line and not being able to harm a human. Whatever you want to say, never mention that we're the same.
[The joking in his typed words conveyed a certain tone, yes, as they were meant to. Ob the other side of his magitek, Sans' perpetual smile was thinned out and uneasy.
Humans were neither all good nor all bad. It meant that none of them could be judged sight unseen, but it also meant none of them could ever *truly* be safe, either.]
what happened?
[Mettaton's latter point goes unacknowledged, though not ignored. Everything in good time.]
look pal, i know being a monster isn't your favorite thing, but it sounds like outta the whopping four monsters in oska, you're the only one in real trouble here.
and if you don't believe that, believe this: i don't think papyrus OR undyne would be cool with some human dusting you. chalk it up to me caring about them.
And what do you propose, Sans? Confront a human and endanger yourself too? Out the three of you for a fun sense of unity before someone inevitably uses it against us?
Asher already had his moment cornering me into a room and forcing me to listen to his apology; I don't think he's interested in me anymore. Really. I'll find a different way to protect myself. There's nothing you can do.
who said anything about confronting the human. that's papyrus's scene, not mine, n' that's why we're not gonna tell him about this, capiche?
[He's not expecting any push back on that. Mettaton chose him for a reason, after all.]
i'm interested in information. what he knows, how he found out, what kind of person he is. knowing what happened to you helps me keep things in line. izzat cynical enough for you to accept?
We had an argument about a month ago. I lost my patience and tried to hit him. He had a kill-count on his forehead, so obviously this was not my most stellar of decisions.
He shattered the right side of my face and core container using only his fists. I avoided him since, during which he must have gotten into another fight; when I ran into him, his hand was blooded and bandaged.
He obviously made the connection that whatever he hit last did far more damage to him than hitting me, which is suspicious for a man made of metal. I tried to scare him off by forming an electric barrier between the two of us, but you know how our magic gets when we don't want to fight.
...He walked straight through it. I had to throw glitter into his eyes and barricade myself in a room to get away from him. He proceed to pound at the door until it was bloodied, then claimed he wasn't going to hurt me, apologized, tried to play therapist, and implied the current situation was my fault because I disrespected him once. Before he left, he asked me to stay away from him and his boyfriend.
If you can figure out what that all means... Take my dressing room, darling, because you're the star now.
[It's a hell of a story, and Sans' eyelights trace over it several time before it fully sinks in. There was a saying he was pretty fond of, the one about three sides to every story -- yours, theirs, and what really happened. When it came to Mettaton and Undyne, that was certainly the case. Part of him hoped maybe that was the case here, too.
He reads it again, ribs rattling unbidden.
Mettaton was a lot of things, but he didn't relish the appearance of weakness. It had been some time since he was killed in front of the entirety of monsterkind, but Sans could still remember the way he lifted everyone's spirits even as the light went out of his.
This? This was different. Mettaton was... scared? Maybe. Whatever it was, it didn't sit right with him.]
do you remember what the count symbol was?
[It's all the reaction Sans gives, for the time being.]
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...But the rest of the Monsters have to know. Undyne would confront Asher with violence, Papyrus with chipper reasoning, and both would out themselves. He needs to speak with someone who, without a shadow of a doubt, would never act.
He has to talk to Sans.]
We have a situation.
Someone recently found out that I have a weakness against humans. You know what weakness I'm talking about.
If they find out that you're the same as me, you could all be in danger.
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Not in this case, anyway.]
how did *that* come up?
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[Definitely the least troubling part, though. From who knows how many rooms away, Sans rubs his temple.]
who's the someone?
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There's a nice sense of safety, being in his own room. The door is locked. In his bed, behind his back and probably still reading, is a man without a Monster's fatal flaw. He's not alone. He's protected. Nothing is going to happen.]
Asher. Medium-sized human man with brown hair, outdated slang, and anger problems.
I know you won't, but for the sake of the audience (and having it on record), I'm going to tell you not to confront him.
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All humans have the capacity to hurt them, true, but... that guy?]
i'll try to tamp down on my relentless heroism, but are you talking about the goofball that wants everybody to call him daddy?
didn't realize he merited such a grave tone.
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[Not to mention what he did to his face. After Mettaton's own mistakes, he was willing to concede and maybe chalk that one up as an unfortunate, frightened reflex, but now?
Now he has the image of a blood-stained door both forever engraved in his mind and saved on his magitek.]
Point being. As far as he or anyone he might have spoken to knows, it ends with me. Let them think it's a feature to keep a robot in line and not being able to harm a human. Whatever you want to say, never mention that we're the same.
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Humans were neither all good nor all bad. It meant that none of them could be judged sight unseen, but it also meant none of them could ever *truly* be safe, either.]
what happened?
[Mettaton's latter point goes unacknowledged, though not ignored. Everything in good time.]
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Apparently I'm a divisive character. What does it matter?
The POINT, Sans.
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the point is, what happened?
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This is about protecting you, Undyne, and your BROTHER. Not me.
Call it charity work if you want. But what I told you is all I'm going to tell you.
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did he try to hurt you?
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Ha. Hahah... Who knew there was a stubborn bone anywhere in that lazy body?
There's a pause on the other end of the line as Mettaton leaves his chair and slides into his bed, next someone warm and safe.]
"Try" is a fun word.
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where are you right now?
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Again. I'm not the one you need to worry about.
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and if you don't believe that, believe this: i don't think papyrus OR undyne would be cool with some human dusting you. chalk it up to me caring about them.
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And what do you propose, Sans? Confront a human and endanger yourself too? Out the three of you for a fun sense of unity before someone inevitably uses it against us?
Asher already had his moment cornering me into a room and forcing me to listen to his apology; I don't think he's interested in me anymore. Really. I'll find a different way to protect myself. There's nothing you can do.
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[He's not expecting any push back on that. Mettaton chose him for a reason, after all.]
i'm interested in information. what he knows, how he found out, what kind of person he is. knowing what happened to you helps me keep things in line. izzat cynical enough for you to accept?
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Fine. Fine.]
We had an argument about a month ago. I lost my patience and tried to hit him. He had a kill-count on his forehead, so obviously this was not my most stellar of decisions.
He shattered the right side of my face and core container using only his fists. I avoided him since, during which he must have gotten into another fight; when I ran into him, his hand was blooded and bandaged.
He obviously made the connection that whatever he hit last did far more damage to him than hitting me, which is suspicious for a man made of metal. I tried to scare him off by forming an electric barrier between the two of us, but you know how our magic gets when we don't want to fight.
...He walked straight through it. I had to throw glitter into his eyes and barricade myself in a room to get away from him. He proceed to pound at the door until it was bloodied, then claimed he wasn't going to hurt me, apologized, tried to play therapist, and implied the current situation was my fault because I disrespected him once. Before he left, he asked me to stay away from him and his boyfriend.
If you can figure out what that all means... Take my dressing room, darling, because you're the star now.
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He reads it again, ribs rattling unbidden.
Mettaton was a lot of things, but he didn't relish the appearance of weakness. It had been some time since he was killed in front of the entirety of monsterkind, but Sans could still remember the way he lifted everyone's spirits even as the light went out of his.
This? This was different. Mettaton was... scared? Maybe. Whatever it was, it didn't sit right with him.]
do you remember what the count symbol was?
[It's all the reaction Sans gives, for the time being.]
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[Nobody gets to Level 2 by accident.]
so your plan here is to widen the gap between you and the rest of us, do i have that right.
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[What's that? Sarcasm? Good thing Sans isn't feeling very funny right now.]
seems like you're pretty set on this.
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