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Who: Sans and Mirror Mettaton
Where: Sans's room
When: Afternoon, 4/5
Rating: PG-13 for emotional manipulation and people being shitty to each other
Summary: Sans has been messing around with Mirrorton's "property" and it's time to drag some skele-ass
The Story:

The event is over, but Sans is still coasting on the emotional high. He's planning on coasting for as long as he can, because he knows full damn well that Wonderland isn't going to get another event like that for a very long time, if ever. Everything calm and normal, no interpersonal catastrophes--for the most part--and no horrible deaths. It was all just very nice and relaxing, and space.

It's hard to be upset when surrounded by space.

Sans has been keeping his mirror unbroken for awhile now, entirely because he hasn't heard anything from his own Mirror since November. Maybe the guy's dead or something; Sans doesn't really care. Either way, even with his mirror intact, he's not at all expecting anyone to start writing on the glass.

It's high time someone reminded him to keep his guard up at all times.

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Sans spreads his arms in an expansive shrug. He gives the most condescending shake of his head that he can possibly manage.

"jeez. that's not how it works at all. how disappointing."

He steps a little closer to the mirror, since there's no real danger here. Sticks and stones and so on. Sans is still grinning like the asshole he is.

"oh, this oughta be good. did you seriously break into mirror sans's room just to have a chat with me? wow. yikes. not sure whether to be flattered or not. kinda leaning toward 'not.' or maybe he let you in? though if you're who i think you are, i kinda doubt it."

He chuckles a bit.

"he's an idiot, but he's also not the kinda guy you wanna piss off. yanno?"

The mirror rolls his eyes. Ugh. He'd really rather not be doing this now but his Mettaton needs him to protect him from himself and he will not fail him. Not when things have been going so fabulously in his favor.

He didn't let me in, I chose to come in here and bless his room with my presence. Though he wasn't even here to be in awe over it but that's fine. I have no time for filth like him.

No one has seen Mirror Sans for awhile and Mirrorton honestly does not care.

You should be thankful that I am giving you my time at all after the horrible way you treated me.

It's a great honor to speak to him at all. Even if this is just a courtesy call.

You know who I am, Sans. I am distinctive in all I do. And so is Mettaton. Then again, you seem to know that pretty intimately now, don't you?

Huh. Interesting. Maybe Mirror Sans is just out of his room? Though there's no way in hell he'd leave the door unlocked. No Sans is that stupid.

It's...odd, actually. Sans has a bad feeling about it, but he sets it aside for now. Not like he really cares what happens to his Mirror anyway.

"heh, wow. someone's a revisionist." Yep, he was right. He knows exactly who this is. "pretty sure you're the one who basically tried to jump me. all over a hoodie. really kind of unseemly, especially for someone so, uh..."

He gives the most obvious airquotes he can.

"'classy.' hey, did you ever manage to get all the water outta your systems?"

He hopes not. It'd be nice if some of those circuits got fried permanently.

He winks directly at the mirror. It's kind of weird, since from this side it looks like he's just winking at his own reflection.

"man, i just got no idea what you mean."

If you had handed over the hoodie to its rightful owner, me, we would have had no problems. And yet you insisted on keeping it and therefore deserved everything that happened to you. I was the injured party, Sans, and an apology would be appreciated.

Sans walks around wearing stolen property and it is an offense against the laws of nature. But he needs to focus. This isn't about the grievances of the past, but the grievances of the present against his own person. His Mettaton is in danger of being tainted by these filthy creatures and he must take measures to prevent this.

Really, Sans? You have no idea? None at all?

Well well well. Time to really start swinging.

I thought your memory was only spotty about that one monster fellow of yours, but it seems I was mistaken. Let me remind you, then: your relationship with Mettaton has become nauseatingly close. For your own good, I suggest you back off.

For your own good he writes and grits his teeth. Even pretending, for a moment, that he cares for the skeleton's wellbeing is maddening, but it doesn't matter what he has to do. He will get him to stop seeking out his property.

God, he's honestly kind of missed this. Not Mirrorton, of course, but just the ability to be a completely passive-aggressive asshole to someone who, in no uncertain terms absolutely deserves it. He's missed the feeling of things being so starkly black and white.

He chuckles a little, staring at the mirror like he can't believe what he's seeing.

"oh man, this is hilarious. i don't think i've ever met someone as out of touch as you. i mean, how are you even real? oh--oh wait, heh. that's right. silly me."

An apology? Really? Funniest joke he's heard all week.

But at least Mirrorton is finally getting to the point. The mention of that one monster fellow of yours is a little jarring, but his expression doesn't change even a fraction. He must have just gotten careless near a mirror at some point. It's not like Mettaton would just go and tell this guy about "that monster." Right?

"hmm..." He makes a show of tapping at his chin. "can robots even get nauseous? well, jeez, buddy. if you're feeling that bad, i'd recommend emptying your recycle bin more often. tends to help free up space, yanno?"

Mirrorton snarls, his grip on his pen almost breaking it before he calms himself down. This fool is not worth the ink you would lose if you broke this. Calm yourself.

He won't respond to Sans's first comment. He wants this discussion done and over with, with no uncertainty as to what the skeleton must do.

Luckily for Monsters like me, we're not fundamentally broken like you are and therefore can actually function on levels that are essential to a successful life.

He absolutely knows about the 1 HP that Sans has. It was a wonderful variable to add to his murderous daydreams.

Your inherent failings aside, you will not speak to Mettaton again.

The real tragedy here is that Sans can't see any of Mirrorton's reactions, or if he's reacting at all. Considering how easy it was to rile him up back when they spoke face to face, he has to imagine that Mirrorton is getting rapidly frustrated.

Good.

"hey, but you know, even a broken clock is right at least twice a day. anyway, success is overrated."

Success is for people who actually put in effort, after all. Sure, it's better than failure, but that long stretch of space between the two is generally where Sans prefers to be.

It's weird that Mirrorton cares. He knew the guy was obsessed, but this is on a different level.

"pretty sure you don't get to decide who he talks to, my dude. and you're an idiot, but i'm also pretty sure you're not stupid enough to expect me to actually listen to you."

You're right. I don't expect you'll do the right thing and stay away. It is hard to resist speaking to a being as splendid as he is, especially when you are as desolate and disgusting as you are. However, you will stop. There is only the illusion of choice in this matter.

Of course he gets to decide these things! He is Mettaton! One half of a whole, split in half and tragically separated by Wonderland's machinations. He will drag the two of them together if it means destroying Wonderland to its CORE.

If you continue talking to him, I will know. And I will stop it.

"sure. let's go with that interpretation of things."

Desolate, huh? Man, that's a new one. What an interesting insult.

Sans gives a very obvious yawn and scratches at his tailbone like a complete garbage person.

"and, uh, why exactly do you think he'd listen to you? didn't you mess with him or something last september? pretty sure he knows better than to trust the walking equivalent of a jpeg artifact."

No, really, why the hell does this guy think Mettaton would listen to him?

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Sans really is a garbage person and it drives Mettaton to utter frustration and rage that his other half could even touch him! The fact that his Mettaton could hug him, hold his hand, even (he shudders) seek out affection from this skeleton is a jarring point with him. He has to break this.

There is no interpretation to be had. There is only the fact that you will stop.

He rolls his eyes. He didn't think bone was that dense but apparently nothing will get through this thick skull.

He will listen because he is mine. Regardless of the mistakes of the past, we are one half of a beautiful whole and he knows better than to stick around such a broken Monster like you. Who would want to, after hearing that sob story of yours? "Oh boo hoo, this monster was erased from all existence and it made me upset boo hoo I can't handle something that is long gone and buried because I am a weak fool. Let me just spill my guts out like some cheap whore to anybody who will listen." And that's just being kind to you Sans, which I never am.

Ah.

So he was listening.

He was listening, because Mettaton wouldn't just tell his Mirror about that conversation. Mini very pointedly broke a mirror that time, probably because they were afraid of the same thing. There must have been another mirror in the room.

So he was listening, and he turned something personal into ammunition, which is the primary reason Sans never tells anybody anything. Sure, telling people things doesn't matter, because nothing matters. But sometimes it does matter, and people can pick up on it, and it's another arrow in their quiver for when they want to hurt you.

That's what trust is. It's handing people arrows.

Sans's expression doesn't change a fraction. He tilts his head slightly, reaches up to scratch at the side of his skull with a finger. A whore, huh? He would have gone with parasite.

"hm, you know eavesdropping is impolite, don't you? here i thought you were pretending to have some degree of class. i mean, jeez. obsessed much?"

He shakes his head in mock-pity.

"the old stalker with a crush story. it's sad. does metta even know you're just watching him like that?"

It is not eavesdropping when I am already there. When I am a part of the conversation, even if I, specifically, am not an active participant.

What part of this don't you get, Sans? They. Are. One.

Mettaton grins, sharp and deadly and oh so malicious.

Oh you needn't worry about that, Sans. Those things are already taken care of.

Mettaton will always know, even during the few times they don't speak. He will know, just like this Mettaton will know and together this Wonderland is theirs. And one day they will be on the same side of the glass once more...

He blinks slowly.

"...oh right, i forgot. you're just, uh, completely bugfuck insane."

He gives a languid shrug. Ah, well, no reasoning with someone like this.

"so what're you gonna do? just tell him to stop talking to me? cause uh, i don't think that's gonna go over too well. we're friends, yanno? if metta didn't want to talk to me, he'd have stopped already."

How much else does this guy know, anyway? And what does taken care of even mean in this regard? Does Mettaton know he's being stalked like this?

...Maybe Sans should let him know, just in case.

The mirror continues to grin, unseen by Sans as said grin grows more manic, more intense. He leans forward. His eyes are fixed on the monster before him. There is only the slimmest panels of glass and magic separating him and all it would take is a small push.

It is mighty presumptuous to think that you two are friends. Someone like you could never connect with someone like him.

His eyes focus on Sans's wrists where the carpal bones connect to the rest of his arm. They're so small. How simple would it be to pop them and crack them, one by one by one by one...

You have no right to ask me these questions, Sans. Nor do you need to know. You know what you need to do. And it will happen with or without your input.

Sans makes a thoughtful sound and taps his chin.

"yeah, i thought that too. but here we are, still being friends and all. and really, guy, what would you even know about it?"

He grins slowly.

"you can't see us during some of the events, can you? so you have no real idea what we get up to."

He'll let Mirrorton draw his own conclusions from that statement. He highly doubts the Mirror knows about the Citadel event, or the lab event.

Or hell, he probably doesn't even know about Valentine's Day, either. They were both outside at the time, well away from mirrors. He wonders if Mirrorton would just straight up blue screen if he found out.

"nah. it won't. see, eavesdropping doesn't mean you know me. and you don't know him either, much as you claim to. stalking someone don't mean you know them. so, sorry to break it to you, but i'm not gonna stop talking to him anytime soon. and i don't think he's gonna stop talking to me. or anyone. pretty sure that'll be his decision."

He grins brightly at the mirror, and his eyelights flick off.

"so how 'bout you stop wasting both our time and go back to rusting alone in that colorless world of yours?"

That, more than anything else, captures Mirrorton's attention. As much as he'd like to think that Mettaton tells him everything that happens, he knows he's lying. He knows he's holding back because he still won't tell him everything about his friends. He'll only give him summaries of what happens in the events. But the tides are changing. He can feel it. He just needs to keep pushing. And get rid of pesky roadblocks like this skeleton.

It doesn't matter. I always find out. I always know everything, in the end.

If he knew about Mettaton kissing Sans, there is no way the mirror could hide his revulsion of the skeleton in any capacity. And Mettaton would not be allowed to leave his room for a week as punishment.

Mirrorton grinds his teeth, glaring daggers at the Monster before him.

Then you will face the rightful consequences that you deserve. A punishment befitting your intrusive nature and foolish assumptions.

Sans's eyelights switch off and Mirrorton's glare increases in intensity.

The only waste here is you, Sans. Never forget that. But I will take my leave. I have better things to do than to speak to you now that I have said my piece.

"sure you do. whatever you say."

How could he expect to find out, anyway? From Mettaton? Even if they did talk now and then, there's no way Mettaton would tell this guy actually important details.

His eyelights come back and he grins amicably, giving another careless shrug.

"i'm all about consequences. guess we'll see what happens. though if you ever end up on this side--if we're ever face to face again? heh."

His grin brightens.

"i'd use those metta-legs of yours and run."

He won't, Sans knows. You can't reason with someone like this. But that's his own damn fault. Can't say Sans didn't warn him.

"sure. see you around, bucko."

Mirrorton growls at the threat. It's a dangerous thing to do, Sans. And this mirror is not afraid, not even for an instant.

Because it doesn't matter what he says. Or what anyone says or does. Mettaton is his. He will always be his. No one in all of Wonderland has a claim to that metal body more than this mirror and he unequivocally has staked it.

And Mettaton is learning this. Learning that they belong together and only together, albeit slowly. As for the parts that are harder for him to learn, well...

This Mettaton will be happy to assist him in his lessons. The mirror moves from the mirror, walking out of the room as easily as he came in. It's a little strange that Mirror Sans isn't around but the thought merely glances by in his head before he's rushing back to his room to inform his property of what just happened.

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[closed] how did you get this number?

don't come any closer

'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two

and just for once could you let me finish my sentence?

Go on, have it, you're just dying to try me

you're not making any sense

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gendered insults cw

holy shit mirrorton also continued gendered insults

MIRRORTON DON'T GIVE A FUCK

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