futurology | [Video | UN: METTATON]

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[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???

Threaded | Flat

[ but why though. ]

...please don't ever use the word luscious again.

[ there's no surprise here because he absolutely expects all of this of mettaton. ]

Oh, Mettaton!! You're back!! Welcome back!!

[Distantly, Giorno wonders if this is what it's like for other people dealing with him, and then crams that self-awareness under a bunch of boxes in his mental closet. Anyway:]

Is there a point to broadcasting something to people back home through the magitek? It's not going to get there anyway. Also--

[. . .]

I like your dress.

[do not encourage him]