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[This is hideous.

This was hideous from the start, except that it allowed them the chance to escape to the other side of the glass for a spell, which is always a treat. Was a treat, up until Chara decided to show up like the rotten little spanner in the works that they are. Ruining everything. That's our Chara.

And now this...thing. He's tolerable, as far as Mirrors go, though they can't help but envy him for his ability to play the long con. It's fine, though, fine, as long as they find who they're looking for.

The dark of the caves seems like a good place to start.

The Mirror's gaze sweeps back and forth, dark eyes darting to and fro, until at last they sigh.]

Don't you have some sort of light-up gadget or anything to make it easier to see?

[Ugh. It's one thing needing to ignore his Real to do his duty for the Queen, but it's another thing entirely to end up teamed with one of the mirrors that has actively done his darling harm. Getting out what, exactly, happened between Mirror Frisk and Mettaton all those months ago had been like slowly unscrewing rusted bolts and he had raged for an hour afterwards. There had been another emotion as well, something unidentifiable in the small way it had lodged itself into his soul.

It didn't matter in the end, of course. His real had convinced him not to immediately seek recompense for their crimes against him, so the mirror had settled for a sort of sullen silence whenever he saw the child. Well, except for the times he brags about talking to his Real but really, who can blame him for that?

He will admit, however grudgingly, that having Mirror Frisk's abilities on his side to help catch the traitors is advantageous if they get into a fight and therefore traveling through the caves with them is not ideal but it is a safe bet. He thinks.

He raises an eyebrow at Frisk's question, just stopping himself from rolling his eyes.]

Do I look like a flashlight to you? Anything I could do to light things up would be through an attack and there's no point in wasting energy on that when we haven't found our targets yet.

[The tunnels are long and deep however and Mirrorton purses his lips irritably.]

Why didn't you bring anything yourself?

I didn't expect to need it. It's broad daylight out there.

[They manage to match his haughty tone decibel for decibel, right down to the prim, poisonous twist to the words. He's far from their favorite Mirror, single-minded as he is, and his fixation on his Real borders on what one can only consider the pathological.

But they are, functionally, on the same side. For now.

So they keep their judgments where his interests are concerned firmly set to the side.]

They already know we're coming for them. You certainly aren't quiet, either, clanking around like a bucket of bolts.

[Mirror Frisk mocks his tone and Mirrorton rolls his eyes, very deliberately making sure the other mirror sees him do so.]

Broad daylight out there, yes, but these caves are, surprise surprise! Underground. A concept that you and I are very familiar with.

[The most pitiable thing about this mirror is how they could cause so much more damage if they just had an ounce of patience. Ironic, coming from him since sometimes he reveals himself in a fit of fury, but they had something going for them during Christmas that almost worked! He can give them that.

What he can't understand is why they would want to erase themself as well. Why bring themself down with their Real?

Mirrorton would do anything to survive.]

Oh please. I am a fine-tuned, shimmering beacon of beauty, and those traitors should be happy that they will be captured by such a stunning being.

[That gets them, that really gets them. The child is almost bent double at once, wheezing. It looks like they might be gagging, or retching, or like there's something wrong with them, but closer examination will reveal that - no, actually.

They're just laughing.]

Oh my god. You really are the genuine article.

[The Mirror makes a show of dashing invisible tears from the corner of one eye with the back of a wrist, smirking.]

I guess when we find them, you can be the one to carry them out. Hauling that ego of yours around will have given you all the practice you need!

[Mirrorton is, unsurprisingly, unamused by Mirror Frisk's display.]

Of course I am the genuine article. I am as real as it gets.

[Good showmanship, Mirror Frisk! It's too bad that Mirrorton is so far up his own ass he can't appreciate it at all.]

Hmph. I will gladly carry them out if it means I get all the glory.

You're a cheap knockoff, [the Mirror says flatly, matter-of-fact,] who won't stop lusting after the Real thing, because you know you'll never actually live up to what you're imitating, as if that'll fill the fake hole in your fake heart.

[They'd laugh, but it's not very funny. It's mostly just sad, really. Sans's Mirror was all bent out of shape over the Real Papyrus, and look where that got him!]

Don't take it personally.

[They smile blandly.]

We're all just copies, in the end.

[The mirror's eyes narrow as Mirror Frisk talks. The look of general dislike twists into one of pure vitriol as they finish.]

You know nothing about me, you insolent brat.

[He rounds on them, tall and intimidating as he glares daggers.]

We are the same person. We are merely separated by glass, and I am just as real as he is!

[It's a lie he believes full-heartedly. The anger bubbles as he continues speaking.]

Is that why you were so intent on erasing your "real"? Because you can't handle the idea of being a copy, a shadow of the real Frisk? You can't bear to stand as your own being because you know you're as worthless as they are? It's pathetic. But it is understandable. Worthlessness born from worthlessness will only beget more of it, it seems.

[Please, you sardonic bucket of bolts; you're not the first to attempt to psychoanalyze this destructive child and you certainly won't be the last. They're still laughing, clinging to the side of the tunnel with one hand to keep from falling over completely.]

Wow, now who's making assumptions?

[The hypocrisy on this one is just staggering, really. He even sounds like he believes his own bullshit! That's a first!]

That was an opportunity, numbnuts, and I took it. Or are you just pissy that my Real was easier to exploit than yours is? I didn't even need a long con to get them to listen!

[They're making quite a show of their laughter and this Mirror decides, you know what? He doesn't need to stand here and listen to this. He begins to walk deeper into the caves, though not too fast. He'd love to see Mirror Frisk scramble after him. He responds as he walks.]

Ah yes, because getting the upper hand on a child makes you the mastermind of the world, yes? You Frisks are so simpleminded it is astonishing there was anything to exploit!

[He shakes his head, holding his head and shoulders high.]

What is going on between Mettaton and I is nothing like what you did. I'm actually helping him. It's taking longer than I thought it would, but he is getting better by the day.

[Day by day he listens more, leans on him more, remembers who he is more. It has been hard to turn off that pesky empathy of his, but little by little it is shutting down. He'll be back to his narcissistic self in time and when he does... it will be bliss.]

You're one to talk! [they crow from behind him. They're still ambling along, making a show of grasping at the tunnel walls for support as they continue to pause to snicker at the very thought.] All anyone has to do to exploit you is ask you what's wrong with your hair!

[And then he'll rush to the nearest mirror to try and fix it, and glimpse his reflection, and it would be such a delightful instance of poetic justice that it would be worth losing their fellow devout traitor-hunter.]

Oh. Oh, my. [The Mirror clasps their hands in front of them and bats their eyes in an exaggerated blink.] Do you love him, Mettaton?

My image is extremely important! Something I know you pay no mind to.

[Filthy clothes, covered in bandages, messy hair- they put little to no effort into taking care of themselves and it is a blight onto any eyes that see them.

He doesn't deign Mirror Frisk with so much as a glance, though he can absolutely see their mocking out of the corner of his eyes.]

Love is merely a word for successfully manipulating someone into doing things for you out of their own free will. There's no such thing as "love".

[Love as a concept is very useful in controlling those weak enough to believe in it, but Mirrorton is beyond that. He is free of its touch. He gets the adoration and adulation of his fans back home without being bound by it. They will take whatever he puts out because he is the singular star in their skies and the only reason they have to smile. And he deserves their praise. Love is not a part of that picture.]

It's a failing that my Real engages in. He thinks love is something that can stand on its own, that it is worth having on its own. He is weak to it and that is what I am helping change. When he's cured, we'll both be the perfect examples of our brand.

[And they will have the closest thing to love you can have in a world that is inherently selfish; love for yourself. All consuming, all encompassing, selfish love.]

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But there's such a thing as LOVE.

[They're not so naive as to pretend that "love" doesn't exist. They've witnessed its potency, time and time again. It was the power of friendship and love, after all, that SAVED the world and all that wonderful, beautiful, nauseating crap, right?

They're still sniggering at him as he continues. God, but he's absolutely buying his own garbage, isn't he? This is why teamwork between Mirrors is scarily overrated. Maybe they'd accomplish more working together, but is it really worth it when you have to put up with this all the damn time? Is it?

Not remotely.]

Well, when you're doing being an anime villain, you can try doing something a little more useful. Her Maj would really not be happy to know that you two are necking your own reflections, or whatever it is you get up to with him.

[Mettaton rolls his eyes at the pedantic-ness.]

Of course there is such thing as LOVE, but that softer kind where people care about you beyond what they can get out of you is a trick.

[He looks at his fellow mirror as they laugh with the closest to curiousness he has had for another being in awhile that wasn't his real.]

There's not much to you in terms of usefulness, but I had thought that if anyone understood this simple concept, you would be one of the people who could.

[All of that budding curiosity dissipates at them calling him an anime villain and he turns his attention back to where they are walking; which is, apparently, a crossroads.]

Oh, are you pretending to give a rat's ass about what the Queen wants? That's cute. I have my own agenda and you have yours, I'm sure.

[He goes to say something else but he's been standing at this crossroad for about a minute now and his eyes narrow suddenly.]

Frisk. Do you remember which way we came in?

[Please. As if pedantry could or should be taken in shifts. Not when he's so obviously splitting hairs, sucking up to his own hype as he frantically assigns meaning to the sole figure in his life that apparently has him utterly enraptured.

He doesn't have many fragile spots in his psyche, this version of Mettaton; the Real kind was far easier to rile up, to puncture with promises and threats relating to Alphys and his quiet, refined cousin. And the longer he's remained, the more evident that weakness has become, and the more it's expanded to include countless others. Chara. Sans. Even Frisk.

Variety always was the spice of life.]

And so does your Real. I'm sure.

[What a pity it would be if that "love" this Mirror keeps going on about wasn't love at all, but merely a one-sided infatuation!

Frisk snorts, flicking their hair from their eyes.]

Between the two of us, do I look like a walking GPS?

[He rolls his eyes, knowing bait when he hears it.]

Yes yes, everyone has their own agenda, trust no one, etc.

[He knows his other half cannot be 100% trusted. It's a given because of how weak and sentimental he is. But he is learning, with time, and his influence on him is only growing stronger.

At least, that's what he thinks.]

Yet again you make assumptions as to my programming! Aren't you supposed to be able to find your way? Something something determination?

Because I've had ample time to explore the Real side at length?

[That earns a flat, withering look from the child, eyebrows lifting with wry disapproval. That disrespect goes both ways, of course, but you'd think he'd have taken a little more away from the concept of determination and what it means.]

Determination isn't a multipurpose tool, you wretched bag of bolts. It's useful, but it's not omnipotent.

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