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futurology2017-01-02 07:03 pm
ex_mettacrusher33) wrote in futurology2017-01-02 07:03 pm
[Video | UN: METTATON]
Hello again, ALASTAIR!!
[It's a robot! Dressed to the nines in a shimmery, heavy blue gown that he may or may not have steadfastly refused to take off since the ball. He's in the courtyard by a tree strung up with lights, sitting at its base with one arm raised in celebration, the other clutching his microphone, and one leg kicked out enough from his dress to be seen.
There's a tiny ice sculpture of himself sitting in his lap. Music is filtering through his speakers.]
How wonderful it is to be back and sharing this time with you during the most wonderful season of all! Why, it's the season of giving! Of family and friendship!! Of togetherness! It's the last chance you'll have of expressing yourself to the ones you love before the clock rings in the new year!
That's why I'm inviting every member of ALASTAIR to join me right here in the Courtyard, where we'll be broadcasting any message that you have! Is it to another member? Loved ones at home? Need to get something off your chest or just want to wish that special someone a happy holiday where everyone can see? Then make sure to join me, your LUSCIOUS host, Mettaton, to share your message for all to see and hear.
And make sure to stay tuned in, beauties and gentlebeauties; the next message might be for YOU!
--
[Using gray magic, Mettaton has fired off the following messages into the night sky:]
"I wish Sans was back."
"I'm sorry."
At some point in the night, he's fired off an image of his own face.
This horrible drawing.
"butt~"
"You're being unnecessarily loud."
"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place."
An image of Giorno in a stellar dress.
"Fiona was here, Rhys is a loser."
A giant disembodied middle finger.
"Papyrus is the best friend to have! That's what I like about him! He doesn't give up on anyone!"
The image of some sort of shy fish monster???
[It's a robot! Dressed to the nines in a shimmery, heavy blue gown that he may or may not have steadfastly refused to take off since the ball. He's in the courtyard by a tree strung up with lights, sitting at its base with one arm raised in celebration, the other clutching his microphone, and one leg kicked out enough from his dress to be seen.
There's a tiny ice sculpture of himself sitting in his lap. Music is filtering through his speakers.]
How wonderful it is to be back and sharing this time with you during the most wonderful season of all! Why, it's the season of giving! Of family and friendship!! Of togetherness! It's the last chance you'll have of expressing yourself to the ones you love before the clock rings in the new year!
That's why I'm inviting every member of ALASTAIR to join me right here in the Courtyard, where we'll be broadcasting any message that you have! Is it to another member? Loved ones at home? Need to get something off your chest or just want to wish that special someone a happy holiday where everyone can see? Then make sure to join me, your LUSCIOUS host, Mettaton, to share your message for all to see and hear.
And make sure to stay tuned in, beauties and gentlebeauties; the next message might be for YOU!
--
[Using gray magic, Mettaton has fired off the following messages into the night sky:]
"I wish Sans was back."
"I'm sorry."
At some point in the night, he's fired off an image of his own face.
This horrible drawing.
"butt~"
"You're being unnecessarily loud."
"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place."
An image of Giorno in a stellar dress.
"Fiona was here, Rhys is a loser."
A giant disembodied middle finger.
"Papyrus is the best friend to have! That's what I like about him! He doesn't give up on anyone!"
The image of some sort of shy fish monster???
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Why, thank you, Papyrus-darling!! It's my pleasure! And yours, I'm sure. [Wink.] But who ISN'T happy to see me?!
[He throws his arm out. More bombs!!]
And how has everyone's favorite cameraman been doing?
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[ He's lost Sans, he's had his rib cage shattered, he's been having a bit of a personal worth crisis, he's jumped out of a crashing plane for fun, and he just recently was gifted five pounds of pasta. ]
Did you have fun on your other mission?
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...Hm.
Mettaton flips back the hood of his dress for lack of being able to flick his slicked-back hair.]
Of course! They've been splendid. Isn't it all just too exciting to bear? Exotic locales?? Sharing my talents with not only worlds, but universes?! An endless audience; one that needs not just an idol, but a HERO??!
[Dreamy sigh.]
It's hard to ever want to leave.
Anyway. You're tuning in! Is there something you want to share? Or are you hoping someone else will share with you?
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[ Of course, a bigger audience is something Mettaton's always wanted, so it's good he's getting to do that. ]
I want everyone to have a good holiday! That's all!
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...]
Oh? No dreams of presents or holiday compliments? How very selfless of you, sugarplum!!
Audience, do take note! This is the holiday spirit!
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[ As in yes, there is, in fact, something he wants more than just the nice holidays for everyone else. ]
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Well, why don't you share with the rest of us? You never know who might be watching that can help.
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...I'm really glad you're back, though! And Undyne only left for a little while, too, and she came back! So really, I'm pretty happy with things, overall!!
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High, high into the night sky, large gray words begin to form against the stars, visible for all to see.
I wish Sans was back.]
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[ He didn't know that's how Mettaton was going to do it. Looking up at the sky from wherever else he is and seeing it in the sky... It makes him feel like maybe it could really happen.
And, because he's a bit of a baby, even now, he lets go of holding his necklace to face towards him to broadcast, instead letting the feed show some nondescript trees and bushes. It's not obvious what he's doing, but it's clear from the way he's not looking back into the camera, he's pretty preoccupied with something. Said thing is wiping at his eyesockets with his gloved palms, but you know, you can't see that.
Instead, he just replies: ]
Thank you, Mettaton.