[Video | UN: METTATON]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

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???

Comments

[ex_mettacrusher33]

A robot with an artificially made monster SOUL! [He chuckles, his light display poofing into nothing.] I'm all metal and magic, sweetheart.

Isn't technology something?

[dbag]

Ar...tificial soul. How do you even make a soul, isn't "artificial soul" kind of an oxymoron?

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Darling, I'm an entertainment robot, not a scientist. You'd have to ask Dr. Alphys.

[Who isn't here.]

[dbag]

What... kind of entertainment... [ THAT SOUNDS SO SKETCHY. ]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Whatever you need! [Vogue!] Acting! [Pose!] Music! [KICK!] DANCING! I was built for it all!!

[...but he won't do that. He's not that kind of entertainment robot, beautiful.]

[dbag]

Oh, thank God.

Sooo, do youuuu dance the robot? [ ba dum tsh, bet he's never heard that one before ]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

...

[ex_mettacrusher33]

That's alright, beautiful. They can't all be winners. We can edit that one in post.

[dbag]

What— come on, were you not programmed to even pity laugh?

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[He twists the knob on his chest. A laughtrack starts playing through his speakers.

...oh, excuse him. That's the derisive laughtrack he's playing right now. Mettaton looks at himself, aghast!!]

Oh!! Oh my!! You know... it... it doesn't look like I was! Deary me!!!

Sigh. Rest assured, you do have my pity. I want to make that absolutely clear!

[dbag]

[ ...

For a long, awkward moment, he stares, blank-faced, wondering if a robot really just insulted him. A moment later, he decides that did, for some godforsaken reason, happen. ]

Oh, my god, you are the— um. Sassiest. [ Most dickish. ] Robot I've ever met. And I have met a lot.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Okay, now he's ACTUALLY laughing.]

The honor's all mine, darling.

[Here's a kiss! Blown just for you!]

[dbag]

Wow, well. It wasn't... supposed to be an honor, but. Sure. Take the sassiest robot award, hang a plaque on your wall, put it on your resume, I don't care.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Rest assured, he's going to.]