[voice; un: METTATON]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Morning, darlings. No, this isn't a call to share, not quite yet.

There wouldn't happen to be any healers capable of mending broken bones on the team, would there? Dearest George has hurt himself and, instead of doing the reasonable thing and seeking help from his team, he's decided it's much more effective to lumber around with the enemy.

This won't do. You all know why.

So. If anyone would please do him a favor and take care of that? And take HIM away from his current company. Thank you.

Just as an interesting little side-note, it seems our blue friend hasn't the foggiest about her own team's exploits when it comes to ALASTAIR. Just thought that was fascinating.

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[boneafide]

I am. But I remember a time I wasn't.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

...

[What?]

What does that mean?

[boneafide]

I don't want to talk about this anymore. I told you what you asked for!

[ex_mettacrusher33]

...Fine.

[He shouldn't say what he's thinking of saying. It's cruel. Manipulative. He just had an painful, painful epiphany about how terrible he's been to everyone who ever loved him. He can't do this, not to Papyrus. This is obviously painful. He should drop it.

...He has to know.]

I'll ask Sans.

[boneafide]

You can't!! You-

[Panic. The predictable reaction of a younger sibling in trouble. But then-]

[boneafide]

...

You can't. He won't tell you.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

So he does know.

[Something happened, something the BOTH of them know about, and neither one of them is going to tell him?! How long have they been sitting on this?!!]

Who ELSE knows? Undyne? Am I the only one you've decided wasn't important enough to know about his own home?

[boneafide]

Sans hasn't told me anything!! He's never told me anything!!

I found out about something, and he still keeps acting like what he's saying isn't obviously weird! He's forgetting things, and if I say something, he avoids the subject or changes it, and I just... let him. Because if I keep talking about it, then it feels less like a bad dream and more like something that really happened, and that's why I don't want to talk about it!!

[ex_mettacrusher33]

...

[...now that he mentions it, something... has been off about Sans, hasn't there? It's been subtle, but just barely noticable - like an off-pitch song in the middle of an album. Mettaton was just so busy ignoring his own problems that he never bothered to look into it further. He knows Sans enough to know that trying will just get it turned back on him before he can finish trying to convince the skeleton to open up.

But Papyrus isn't his brother.]

...Have you told HIM?

[boneafide]

No.

[And he's not sure if he wants to.]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

...

Don't you think if he knew you were willing to tell him the truth, even if it hurt, that he might be willing to do the same?

[boneafide]

He already has so many bad days...

What if it makes things worse? What if talking about it makes him feel worse?

I can't do that.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Darling. You have to trust me. If there's anyone here who knows a thing or two about keeping secrets, it's me.

Sometimes you just have to risk it.

You can say nothing and know you'll regret it. Or you can say something and hope that you don't.

[boneafide]

...

I'll... I'll think about it.

[ex_mettacrusher33]

That's all I can hope for. Take care of yourself, sugarskull.

Ha. And I'm sure you'll let me in on your little secret when you feel like it. [There's a quick, metallic clink on the other end of the line.

That's him winking.]

[boneafide]

Y...Yeah. Maybe!

[No.]