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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!
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[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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If that's what you prefer. But don't you think skywriting is a bit more poignant?
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He runs a hand through his hair, pulling enough to the front to flip it back over his shoulder.]
So. What'll it, beautiful? What devious little message is rattling in the back of your mind?
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He swirls his fingers into the air, next to his face.
Cute little cartoony stars hang there for a minute before vanishing. Come on now. He's the best for a reason.]
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Perfect. Holy shit. Okay, hang on, gimme a sec — I got a work of art for you, and those don't come fast.
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You are a speaking his language.
Mettaton lounges on the ground, head propped up on his hands.
He kicks his legs behind him, waiting.]
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ok here it is
dear sigma: beat this
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with love
you absolute monster
[Squint.
...
Head-tilt.
Oh. Oh!! That long neck!! It's a terrible drawing of that guard dog, but that neck is unmistakable. She must know Undyne, then! Or Papyrus.
Mettaton stretches his arms out. Out into the beautiful, pure night sky, untainted with anything but beautiful glimmering stars, appears a gray facsimile of Ramir's message.
He's added dog ears to it.]
i'm sort of sorry but also mostly not
Aww, you made it even better!
a quick text
I will absolutely beat that with love ;))
[ Then he squints too. ]
wait why's it got ears
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he made it cute! don't worry about it
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[ How dare you make this backfire on him. Also that's... subjective. ]
... man I never thought that rule of cute would ever not apply to something.