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[OPEN] Give me that thing I love (I'll turn the lights out)

Who: Mettaton and YOU!
Where: The Performing Arts Theater
When: Slightly backdated to the evening of May 31st but through early June 1st
Rating: PG-13!
Summary: It’s Mettaton’s One Year Anniversary Concert! Come on in and celebrate with him!
The Story:

It’s been a strange year for Wonderland’s favorite celebrity. He’s made friends and enemies, he’s seen things both strange and hauntingly beautiful and he’s had many laughs to fill his time. He never imagined he’d be here for an entire year but it seems his contract with this place isn’t expiring anytime soon.

So what better way to celebrate an anniversary than with a performance?

During the day on May 31st posters pop up all over the mansion, on pillars and walls and light fixtures and also some rose bushes in the gardens because of course. They all have one thing in common: beautiful gold typography advertising-

MTT’S GRAND ONE YEAR WONDERLAND ANNIVERSARY! COME ONE, COME ALL, TO ANOTHER SPECTACULAR MTT-BRAND CONCERT!

CELEBRATE A FANTASTIC YEAR WITH YOURS TRULY! DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY WITH QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT! TAKE A BREAK FROM THE MUNDANE TO SPEND A NIGHT SURROUNDED BY GLAMOUR! PARTY WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND GET AWAY FROM IT ALL!

FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED, AS ALWAYS! PEOPLE OF ALL AGES AND SPECIES ARE WELCOME!

8PM TO 1AM! SEE YOU THERE! <3

The theater is ready and waiting for your entrance! Won’t you come in~?

((ooc: as always with these concerts of his, this is an open post but also a mingle! Feel free to make your own top levels under the prompts provided or create your own! Thanks for having me, Wonderland! Also, in the playlist which is linked in one of the comments below some of the tracks are greyed out; alas I couldn't fix that but there are links to the videos in the playlist itself so you can still listen to those individually!))

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[Mettaton's eyes narrow for a moment in a small show of concern at Sans's little "re-adjustment". That... didn't look very willing. Did he want to get up and leave? Why? He knows things are awkward between them but...

Perhaps it is best to not dwell. After all, tonight is special.]

Wasn't it? I've been planning it for some time now. I've had the freedom to do so since Wonderland doesn't give us much to do other than sit around and think.

[He drapes an arm over the back of his chair in an attempt at casual. He feels ready to fall over and go to sleep right now, even with how awkward and uncomfortable this is.]

yeah. heh. lotta thinking that goes on in this place.

i liked the songs. hadn't heard most of 'em before.

[The casual attempt is noted and also immediately suspected. You know. As you do.]

For this concert I wanted to make sure my repertoire is varied and insightful and I really hit that mark, I'd say!

[He looks at Sans for a moment and then gently continues.]

I am glad you came, Sans. I didn't expect you here since... I thought it might be too much for you.

[He hates talking around things when he cares about them.]

well, you definitely hit both those marks. real blowout. happy, uh. anniversary, by the way.

[And then of course Mettaton goes and just--says it. He's always a thousand times more direct than Sans is. It's what makes this relationship--well, can't really call it that anymore, since Sans is pretty sure he burned that bridge and then poisoned the river behind him. But in any case, it's what makes this so--complicated. Awkward, confusing.]

[Mettaton just doesn't stop surprising him.]

[He's quiet for a bit, his gaze settling somewhere in the middle distance.]

i almost didn't come. i figured you...you probably wouldn't want me here. but i wanted to--i dunno. show support. figured i owed you anyway, for...

[For saving his damn, worthless tailbone. Again.]

[He shifts a little in the chair and shrugs.]

kinda wanted a distraction, anyway.

[The alternative was sitting in his room and thinking about everything that's happened, and about how he's probably going to be dead in a month or so. How Wonderland might not bother to bring him back, and he should probably tie up some loose ends before it happens.]

Thank you. I didn't think I would be here this long, but I can't say it has all been bad. I've met and loved people I never could have outside of here.

[He thinks of Rose Quartz, gone but not forgotten. He thinks of Bucky, who he is pretty sure is out there in the audience somewhere. He thinks of Coraline and Mikan and Newt and he smiles gently. He has experienced so many different kinds of love while here and he can't find it in himself to regret it.]

Why wouldn't I want you here? I mean. I can think why but. Well, I always need more people in the crowd~

[He gives an awkward chuckle, stepping from foot to foot. It means a lot to him that Sans came.]

I'm glad I could be that for you. It's all I have ever wanted as an entertainer.

[Beyond wanting to shine and bask in the attention, he's always wanted him being himself to be enough to help others feel more bright than before.]

yeah. you meet all kinds here.

[Zacharie--gone. Max--gone. Kaneki--gone. Wirt, Dipper, Mabel--hasn't talked to them in ages. He's managed to distance himself and alienate the people who even are still here.]

[It all Resets eventually.]

[Mettaton asks the question right back at him, though he has the good sense to acknowledge that he can think of why. Ridiculous. There's no reason for Mettaton to want Sans here, except maybe out of pity. Maybe that's all it is. Maybe that's the reason Mettaton's tone is so gentle; why he hasn't just told Sans to fuck off.]

[Apparently getting a little tortured means people forget your assholeish behavior. Like going through some shit is free pass to be horrible to people.]

[Sans hates this.]

you don't...have to pretend with me, you know. i mean, i'm--i'm glad you--you seem happy. you always seem really happy when you're on stage.

[Mettaton is a performer at his heart. He just...lights up. Anyone can see it.]

[Sans shouldn't have come. He's gotta be ruining this. It's a damn good thing Mettaton didn't seem to notice him until after the concert was over.]

i just mean...if i'm raining on your parade here or something, i'll...

[He came here to tie up loose ends, but he doesn't know how to do this. Everything he can think to say just sounds like he's throwing a pity party, or it makes everything about himself, or it sounds manipulative. Like all of his attempts to ask the kids what they wanted him to do were just manipulative.]

[He sighs and rubs the back of his skull.]

i, uh. also came to say--thanks. properly. and to apologize.

I'm not pretending, Sans.

[Straight, blunt, to the point.]

I'm glad you're here. If I didn't want you here, I would tell you outright. You think I'm too nice to make a "banned" list and hang it outside this theater? I'd even bedazzle it because I want people to know my feelings are strong and glittery on the subject.

[Now he almost wishes that someone had pissed him off enough for him to make this sign. The ideas he has for its design now are many. (Though now that he thinks about it perhaps the first name on it would be Bill Cipher...)

His eyes soften as Sans finishes speaking.]

You really don't need to thank me, darling. I'm glad I was able to help when I could.

heh.

[The idea of a bedazzled banned list is pretty funny. Even if Sans doesn't really have it in him to actually laugh right now.]

in that case, i'm glad i came.

[There's nothing he can really do here except trust that Mettaton is telling the truth. Funny how that works, though. You tell a guy you're there for him, then you let go right as he's willing to admit that, yeah, actually he really does need someone to be there for him right now.]

[That's not fair. He's Sans. He doesn't let people in. And Mettaton's been influenced by his Mirror, and he'd been affected by the tear just as much as Sans had.]

[That's one of the main reasons he came.]

yeah. don't know what woulda happened if you hadn't shown up. sorry for, uh. reacting like that.

[He leans forward with another sigh and drapes his arms over his knees, speaking to the floor.]

but i meant i...i never, uh...i wanted to apologize for--before. for all the...shit i said the event before. with the tears. i--you didn't deserve that.

[He looks up long enough to meet Mettaton's eyes.]

i'm sorry.

[Sans doesn't look him in the eye after the one (1) small chuckle Mettaton's comment got out of him. He seems like he wants to get something off his chest and Mettaton waits patiently for him to get it out.]

It's fine, darling. You can't hold yourself to the accountability of a clear mind when your mind was so far from clear it might as well have been pure fog.

[In moments of deep distress, you may say and do things you shouldn't have. Sometimes you gotta be forgiving of yourself when that happens. Though, there is always a responsbility afterwards to make amends. It's as important as the forgiveness.

That second step is not one Mettaton has mastered at all, and it's one that he had honestly thought Sans would ignore in its entirety.

But he's here. He can't look him in the eyes until the very end, still too afraid to hold his gaze for long, but he apologizes and Mettaton feels his soul lighten a little.]

...Thank you, Sans. I appreciate it. And I'm sorry too. I wasn't completely innocent in what I did either. I failed you right when you needed me most.

[Because he did need him, or at least someone if not specifically him. Sans had needed someone to lean on and if things had been a bit different, just a bit, then maybe... maybe they could have leaned on each other. Then maybe Mettaton wouldn't have pushed him away.

But there's no point in thinking of what ifs, is there?]

[A foggy mind. Yeah, well. That's one way to put it, and if Sans had any real dignity, he might be embarrassed about it. As it is, it's mostly just...regret. That he couldn't retain even a modicum of control over himself. That anyone had to see such a disgusting display.]

[That Mettaton had to see it.]

guess you got a point. i...i'm kinda hazy on the details of...what all happened after you--uh, showed up. if i--said anything weird, i'm sorry about that, too.

[Saying it so often, isn't he? It's only a matter of time before it loses all meaning with Mettaton like it did with the kids.]

[Mettaton hears him out. He even apologizes as well. And some tension Sans didn't really know he was holding runs out of him. He rubs at the back of his neck, fingers clicking against vertebrae.]

we were both...yanno. heh. not exactly at our best.

[They let each other down. Of course, Sans was already an expert at letting people down, and at being let down. It was just different this time. He hadn't realized how much he'd let himself open up to Mettaton.]

[He'd tell himself not to make that mistake again, but some doors can't be closed.]

[And Mettaton has seen his soul. There's no coming back from that. There's no longer any hiding what he really is.]

Apology accepted, Sans.

[More and more he feels himself relaxing. It doesn't feel so awkward now. Maybe... maybe they'll be able to talk like they used to? Just for a little bit of course. And not going into anything deep. He can't do that now. He's reached his quota, he thinks.

His mirror doesn't know what he did for Sans and if he knew, he'd be furious.]

Yes... it seems we've seen the worst of each other in a lot of ways. But I think we've seen the best too.

[The conversation needs to get light and he'll steer it that way, but before he does Mettaton feels like he needs to say something about what he saw.]

I know you probably don't want to talk about it anymore. But I just wanted to say... it wasn't that bad. To see. I mean. It was different, yes, and slightly worrying in some ways, but I mean. A soul is a soul and while I wish the circumstances were different, it wasn't as bad as you made it out to be.

[It'd been like a star, actually. One in its later stages, older, weaker, perhaps falling apart too soon, but still beautiful in a fragile way he'd never thought could apply to something like a soul.

There's something more going on with it, he thinks. But now is not the time to dig into that particularity.]

[It's a weight off his shoulders. It feels like he could just fall asleep right here and now, and not really in the bad way this time. It's nice.]

[Maybe he didn't ruin all this as badly as he thought he did. Or maybe it turns out that actively trying to fix things doesn't always make things worse.]

[Either way, it's...a step forward. It's heartening.]

heh. not sure i have a "best" setting, but uh. i get what you mean.

[He thinks maybe that's going to be it, but then Mettaton speaks up again.]

[He mentions Sans's soul. Says it wasn't that bad.]

[Sans's grin fades just slightly, barely imperceptible, and all at once he feels--trapped. Like he needs to go, escape, but he's not sure where to. Mettaton has seen his soul, everything Sans is. Sans always had that one last wall between himself and everyone else, because no one has seen his soul except for family. And that's completely different. Sans never manifests it at all if he can help it. It's too fragile, and while he can always dodge or react to threats, a soul can't. An exposed soul is completely and utterly vulnerable.]

[Sans hates being vulnerable.]

you don't--have to sugarcoat it, you know. you don't have to try and make me...i dunno, feel better about it or--whatever this is. i don't have enough dignity to be embarrassed by it. so you don't have to pretend it's not--it's not exactly what it is.

[Shriveled, withered, pathetic, broken. Wrong.]

[Mettaton's smile grows.]

Sure you do, Sans. You can't deny it to me. I've seen it multiple times now so it is an abject fact that you have a best setting.

[Like when the stars reflect in your eyes, or when you've told the worst pun in the world and that grin is somehow ever wider than usual, or when you encourage someone to just talk to the family they love and it works and it is better...

Oh. He needs to thank him for that, doesn't he? Maybe later. Maybe later, when he's not acting like Mettaton is lying, again, about his opinion on something related to Sans.]

Sans. I'm not sugarcoating anything. It was a soul. Your soul. Yes it looked different than I expected but really it wasn't the grotesque thing you tried to tell me it was.

[Honestly if Mettaton had had any time for forethought about what Sans's soul would have looked like before seeing it, he might have imagined something entirely un-monsterlike, a soul shaped in a different fashion entirely.]

I'm not trying to make you feel better, though that would be nice. I am merely trying to say that I don't think of it like you do. I don't want you to think I secretly think less of you or something like that.

[Honestly, Mettaton is used to souls looking different. At least, he's used to his own looking that way. His soul used to look exactly like other Monsters, after all. Strange how physicality, how closeness to humanity, forced a change in him. Flipped it around so it faced another direction. It played well into the lie he and Alphys put forth.

Her magic and engineering keeps his soul in suspension and it adapted, using methods neither of them ever truly understood.]

I'd offer to let you see my soul in exchange but that's a moot point since I am always on display.

[An apt metaphor for his life.]

[He doesn't want to argue, even though it's hard to believe. Arguing takes effort, plus it makes it sound like he's fishing for compliments or something.]

heh. guess i'll take your word for it.

[Souls, though. Mettaton just keeps at it. Sans can no longer hold his gaze and stares at the floor instead. No, Mettaton doesn't really sugarcoat things; he never has. He's blunt when he's not acting. He's honest--for the most part.]

[It's not as bad as Mettaton thought. And Mettaton essentially said once that Sans wasn't as bad as he thought. Something like that.]

[But the thing is, it is Sans is. He and his worthless little soul are as bad as everyone thinks if not a thousand times worse. There's no walls left. There's nothing to hide behind, no pun or joke that could defend him. And it's not like he hasn't already given Mettaton ample reason to think less of him.]

[He glares at the floor as if it offends him.]

god, why are...why are you like this? why are you so forgiving? i don't understand how you can think you're not a good person when you're like this. i mean, why don't...why don't you hate me? after everything i've done, and now that you've seen for real what i am. i don't...understand.

[Sans doesn't argue the first part, which is good, because Mettaton would just dig his heels in and be more stubborn if he had. And he doesn't argue the second though he doesn't look at him and opts for glaring at the floor instead. A part of what he says confuses him.]

Forgiving? Since when did I give you that impression?

[He's never thought of himself in that way. He can and does hold a lot of petty grudges and he didn't talk to Frisk for months after their one argument... Hell, he still wants to fight Toriel after his fight with her recently!

Then again, he has also been a lot more gentle with people, more considerate with his words and how others perceive them. It's a change, he thinks, from how he used to be. Huh.]

Sans... I have my reasons.

[Ones that he may never share. But they are pretty certain and if Sans knew them, well... he certainly wouldn't be so solid on considering Mettaton good himself, would he?]

Why would I hate you if your soul was ugly? If I hated everyone who had an ugly soul, I wouldn't be able to work with half of the Surface's entertainment industry. Or have any friends.

[He gives Sans a quick wink and chuckles a little at his own joke. But he settles back into being serious rather quickly.]

I'm serious though. We've had our disagreements and we've hurt each other, but if that was enough to make me hate someone then I wouldn't have any friends whatsoever.

[He certainly wouldn't have Alphys at the very least, and a life without her isn't worth living.]

Besides, that soul of yours on its own looking as it does isn't a reason to hate you. It's just not, at least not to me. If you want me to hate you, you need to give me a better reason than that.

[Despite having spoken extensively with his mirror during the intermission, there's always something about the aftermath of a concert that makes him feel separate from him, but in a good way. Like he can stand on his own two feet and say whatever he wants and there won't be any consequences. Like he's already that much closer to being that illusive perfection his mirror has been helping him seek.

Though. Perhaps expressing his care for Sans is detracting from that a bit. His smile falters for a moment and then he hastens to recover; It's time to steer this back into shallow territory and keep it there.]

Now, I know this is a tough subject for you. So why don't we move on and you tell me your favorite part of my concert, hm? I bet you're just dying to share that~!

you're awfully forgiving of me.

[He puts up with all of Sans's bullshit, even when he explicitly doesn't have to. He puts up with Sans at his very worst. Hell, he literally just forgave him, despite all the awful shit Sans said to him during the tears event.]

[Even Frisk stopped eventually. Frisk, who forgives everyone, until they finally wised up. So when is Mettaton going to stop? What's the unforgivable thing Sans is going to do that will make him lose Mettaton forever?]

["Lose him" as if he...as if it's like that. Though in that sense, hah, maybe hearing that recording Sans made of the conversation with Mirrorton will be enough to do it. Mettaton's clever enough to read between the lines, just like Mirrorton did.]

[Sans reminds himself to erase the damn thing the next chance he gets.]

[Mettaton says he has his reasons, though he's clearly not going to tell Sans what they are, and Sans can't fathom what they might be. He even makes a joke and winks. And Sans can't hold back a faint smile. It's tiring, trying to explain to someone that they shouldn't associate with you. And he's already so damn tired.]

yeah. that's what i mean by forgiving.

[And he thinks he isn't good. People, it seems, never really see their own worth. Sans certainly doesn't. It's one of the things that friends are for.]

heh. it'd be enough reason for some people.

[He can think of at least two people. Though perhaps hate is too strong a word. They probably lost any ability to feel emotions that strong pretty quickly after Sans arrived.]

's not just about that, though. i thought...before i came tonight i thought the shit i'd said was gonna be reason enough.

[And it wasn't. Somehow.]

[But finally, blissfully, Mettaton gives them both an out. Sans heaves a sigh of relief.]

favorite part, huh? hm. i liked the song about...uh, like a boy needing to run. forget the title. having to run cause the world's against him. usually i'm not the biggest fan of energetic songs like that but...i dunno. makes a guy feel like he's gotta get up and get going. get something done.

[Is that what he's doing here?]

think my favorite was--uh, the roman candle one. dunno what a roman candle is.

[He figures it's just a fancy kind of candle. Maybe a scented one.]

just sounded nice. kinda reminded me of...

[Us.]

...i dunno. bein'...bein' okay. bein' comfortable with someone. heh, all sounds pretty cheesy when you say it out loud.

Edited 2017-06-15 06:38 (UTC)

Well, I tend to have a soft spot for people who have been there for me as much as you have.

[They've shared a lot of moments together and many of them have been meaningful. Though he needs to stop highlighting them...

Ah, there's a smile! Good. Keep things light and cheery. Don't let them slip into anything deeper. Even as he goes to respond to the next thing he says.]

Yes, well. Perhaps I am more resilient than you give me credit for. And perhaps what you have given me is more resilient as well. Though you must remember Sans... I gave you ample reason to hate me too.

[Of course hating Mettaton takes a lot more than that because he's so beautiful and brilliant right?

It's an easy thought to hide behind but if he were to give it a moment of self-reflection he would think of how frightening it really would be to lose Sans because of that tear. He and Toriel had a falling out over something as easy as speaking about what he did in the Underground. There hadn't been much to them before that, so it was like digging up a flower before it really blossomed.

With Sans... it would be like tearing out a small flowering bush after you've tended to it for months, fertilizing it and watering it and protecting it from the storms. There's more there to lose. More than just the plant itself but the months of hard work and dedication, the months of love spent to get it to grow just right.

Love. Ha. A funny word to put to that.

And then Sans goes and mentions some songs he performed and Mettaton grins, ready to launch into some explanation of some kind when he touches onto one in particular and his smile does not fade but it does grow a bit timid in nature.]

A roman candle is a kind of firework. It shoots off multiple shells for a pretty dazzling display.

[Mettaton is a good actor. He doesn't let much else slip through his mask as he continues.]

It's a good song about potentiality. Of something that, if given a chance, could shoot off into something amazing. Or it could turn into nothing. And it more than likely will be nothing. But perhaps a chance should still be given.

[His smile turns just the smallest bit wistful.]

It's a theme I have been thinking about a lot lately.

[A soft spot, huh. Yeah, that's a good word for it. Like a weakness.]

[But...well, that's not fair to Mettaton. Caring about someone isn't a weakness. It's strength. One of the reasons Sans himself is so weak.]

...heh.

[There's no getting out of this. No escaping. Mettaton cares about him. Period, end of sentence. Ruining this relationship is going to take a lot more work than just saying a few cruel things. And Sans doesn't like doing work.]

[And he doesn't want to ruin this.]

[Stupid to think it, but he doesn't want to lose Mettaton.]

i guess...we're stuck not hating each other, huh?

[He's smiling a little more now. Just a little more.]

[Mettaton's smile turns almost shy when Sans mentions the candle song. And apparently a roman candle is something a lot different than what he thought. He...supposes that fireworks sort of count as candles in a sense, so that must be where the name comes from.]

[Still doesn't know what a roman is.]

huh. a firework.

[Sums up Mettaton, doesn't it? Bright, beautiful, lighting up the dark. Not brief, though. Not fizzling out at the end. God, he hopes not.]

that's...yeah. potential. that's...nice. like...being in wonderland, and time moving forward, and...having an actual future. how things could be different.

[Sounds an awful lot like hope.]

[He smiles up at Mettaton.]

i like that.

Oh yes. What a tragedy it is, being unable to hate each other.

[It's a joke... mostly. If Mettaton could hate Sans, could bring himself to twist everything they've shared each other into a weapon that he could pierce his own soul with, it would make eventually giving him up easy.

But perhaps trying to do it in all one go is part of the problem? It doesn't work as effectively as it should. So one step at a time. The first step being...]

Mmhm! A firework. Bright, beautiful and blinding.

[Sans smiles up at him and Mettaton's own smile turns gentle in nature as it still clings to its wistfulness. Once again there's this small tug on his soul, a gentle desire to reach forward and connect. He's not sure how, really, or where, but even something as simple as holding Sans's hand would suffice.

But... Mettaton isn't the type for this sort of thing, is he? He's not supposed to be. He never can be. If there is one thing he understood before his mirror began to help him, it's that he's a star. He can't belong to one person. And if there is one thing that the entire Bucky debacle taught him, it's that he can't handle it. He can't handle the pain of rejection again, on any scale.

He doesn't exactly know how he loves Sans. He only knows that he does on some level. Wherever it rests when it is done flipping back and forth or whether it will marinate in both sides, he means a lot to him.

Quietly, gently, with the smallest of pains that would grow if he let it, he sets aside a small kernel of something that had been brewing inside him. It's time to let go. His heart isn't breaking and Mettaton's isn't making a sound.]

I do too. It's a bit sad but in the end it's honest. There's nothing wrong with a simple chance.

[But he knows it's a chance he can never have.]

it's so sad. could write a dozen sad songs about it.

[Lamentations about the two idiots who had overcomplicated their relationship so much that neither of them knows which way is up anymore. It's all so tangled that Sans isn't sure it can ever be untangled.]

[There's just so much "should" and "supposed to," and maybe that's the problem. Maybe some things just can't be that rigid. Maybe some things dissolve away the boundaries and barriers, refuse to be defined or tamed.]

[You could write a dozen songs about that, too, and Sans is pretty sure people have, because there is one name, one definition for all this, that he has tacitly been avoiding. Mirrorton and his smug laughter be damned.]

don't think i've ever seen fireworks. unless you count. heh.

[Stupid to say. Mettaton's a star, not a firework. Not brief. You could call it permanent, if you didn't have that pesky understanding of astronomical time. Nothing lasts forever.]

[There's just...something strange about the way Mettaton is smiling. Sans watches him for a moment, wondering what's going to happen next.]

[And that's a helluva thing, ain't it? Not knowing what's going to happen.]

[But them Mettaton speaks again, and his tone says it all. There's that familiar pullback. There's the letting go.]

[Sometimes it goes exactly how you think it will.]

heh.

[He lowers his gaze, and he's tired all over again.]

place like wonderland...there's no shortage of chances. it's bothering to use 'em that's the problem.

All in different genres with various vagueness and meaning in the lyrics.

[Dozens of songs about wanting something you can't have. Dozens of songs about stumbling into something you know is a mistake. Dozens of songs about... well. You know.

Mettaton blinks a little in surprise then grins. If he smiles wide enough, maybe it will hide the faint dusting of pink stretching across his cheeks.]

I absolutely count. Seeing me perform is like seeing another great world wonder! A firework, a star; it doesn't matter what I am, so long as I shine.

[He thinks that by saying this Sans implied he thinks he is beautiful and he wants to comment about it but... there was more than one song in this concert for him and it still stands that he's out of time. They're both out of time.]

It's one of the biggest problems, yes. But... even if one chance is given up, it doesn't mean all chances are gone for forever. Other things could always change.

[He may not be the one for Sans in the end, but there could always be someone else. There's always someone else.]

sounds about right.

[He's got a bit of energy back, so he starts to get to his feet. It's slower than it should be. Shakier than it should be.]

[But the show's over, right?]

it really was a great concert, metta.

[It was. It was nice; it was fun. Everyone was happy.]

[He stuffs his hands in his pockets once he's sure he doesn't have to hold onto anything for support.]

yeah. 's a nice thought. some things just...don't change so easy. yanno?

[It would never work, anyway. The fuse just won't burn.]

i should get outta your hair.

[Sans starts to get up. It's slow and creaky and Mettaton immediately holds out a hand to try and help him stand. It took no thought to offer his help, his presence, and quietly he chides himself. He's so soft for people he cares about. It always seems to trip him up in the end.]

Thank you, darling. I'm glad you were here to see it.

[He repeats the sentiment again because he wants, no, needs Sans to understand that he wants him around. Which of course in the end is so terribly selfish, seeing as he is supposed to be letting people go. But... things have been shifting. And part of him is starting to think that maybe he should keep some people around.

It's a small thought. There's not much to it yet. But he pulls back his hands when Sans looks steady enough on his feet and considers what it would be like if he didn't hold anything back.]

Not easy, no. But it's always possible.

[So many things are possible. They just need that spark.]

All right. You take care of yourself, you hear?

[Mettaton offers a hand, Sans takes it, grin flickering briefly into something genuine and grateful. It's so much easier to stand when you have something to hold onto.]

[He steadies himself.]

yeah. same.

[He doesn't really think Mettaton would have noticed his absence--or would have just chalked it up to Sans's cowardice. Which wouldn't have been wrong.]

[But Sans is glad he came.]

[He shrugs at the comment. Always possible. Anything is possible. But that never means that something's going to happen. In Sans's experience, it's always going to just fizzle out. It's all, always, going to be for nothing.]

you too, metta.

[The show's over.]

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