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Who: Alphys, Mettaton, and YOU!
Where: The bathhouse, outside the safe zone
When: During the Shadow event (Nov 17th-20th)
Rating: PG/PG-13 for possible sex jokes. I'm sorry in advance.
Summary: Alphys and Mettaton try to get out there and face their shadows. Unfortunately, their Shadows decide a tag-team might be a better use of their time, and not in the way anyone really wants.
The Story:

i. [shadows] boy toy named troy used to live in detroit

[Somewhere, a few floors up in the bathhouse, the sound of Alphys and Mettaton screaming can be heard. It’s unmistakably horrified, painting a picture that these two might be in danger, and certainly could use a rescue.

Of course, the situation, once someone comes upon it, is rather different. The real Alphys and Mettaton stand at one end of the room, looking aghast; Alphys’ screaming is slightly muffled by virtue of her hands being crammed over her mouth, and Mettaton’s hands are over his eyes, fingers not quite blocking the scene. They’re looking across the room, to where another Alphys and Mettaton stand, looking less horrified and a little more a different word that starts with ‘ho’. Shadow Alphys and Mettaton are caught in each other’s arms, lips locked, messily kissing in a way that suggests neither of them care who’s watching. The Shadows finally break from each other, faces close, tilting their heads back towards the pair of reals near the doorway as the fake Alphys speaks first.]

Mm, Metta, I might have to fix your fan after this, you’re burning up.

Oh, I’ll always run hot for you, baby.

[They immediately go back to pressing their faces together, eliciting another round of screaming and ‘NO NO NO NO’ from the reals. This only seems to egg the shadows on further.

Someone put an end to this. These crushes are years old and this is the worst possible outcome for them both.]

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ii. [safe zone] this dude named michael used to ride motorcycles

[If anyone wants to find these two later in the event, they can both be found in the safe zone, either together or separately as the rest of the event goes by. They seem… not too intent to go back in there, though might be a little hesitant to actually talk about why. Regardless, they’re present, should someone need to find them.]

[ooc: The first prompt is a 3 way thread, but please specify if you want Alphys, Mettaton, or both for the safe zone! You can reach out to us on plurk at

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[Mettaton looks to Sans. He looks to Alphys. He looks back to Sans. This? Oh god. He thought other people coming into this would be bad, but now he's blushing because Sans is here and seeing all this. His little crush on Sans being one thing, now he's seeing his other old crush and a part of him thinks that this is "crossing the streams" like that one human movie he saw once.

His shadow, of course, is eating this up.]

Really really, darling! It's quite sad to see myself so ashamed of his affection for my darling Alphys, but that's why we're here! To help you all see the truth and whatnot!

[Mettaton glares at his shadow.]

I'm not ashamed! This just isn't how things are now!

[The look his shadow gives him is all incredulity. He then gives Shadow Alphys a knowing look.]

Isn't it adorable how they deny the truth?

[Of course. Of course Sans would be here. Of course this is happening.

Honest to god, Alphys has no response to this. She looks at Sans. Looks at Mettaton. Looks at her Shadows. And then just lies face-first down on the ground.]

Nope. This is what Kanji m-meant. They've killed me. That's it. I'm done.

[The Shadow Alphys, however, is loving this.]

Oh, how they forget. Against the person who shared their SOUL! He already knows. What's there to be ashamed of? Just accept it!

[He braces his hands against his knees, still trying to catch his breath. This is ridiculous. And weird. And he definitely felt some mutual affection along the connection, but there was a lot of other stuff to pay attention to then. And, like. He knows Mettaton doesn't think of Alphys as his "mother" or anything, but...she kinda is, right? Like. She created him. So this is kinda weird.]

[Or at least like pretty dang weird.]

i mean, my shadow was a clingy little crybaby, so i...guess...i have no right to judge?

[Who is he kidding, judging people is still kinda his whole Thing.]

okay, but, like. listen. this doesn't have to be weird. [He gestures with both hands at the smoochfest down the hall.] like they're obviously making it weird by overexaggerating the whole thing, that's what these shadows do.

[Oh god, how many people have seen this already?]

listen, how about you accept it for now so you don't...die or anything, and then just. tttaaaalk about it later?

[Mettaton's shadow practically cackles at Sans's words.]

See, Mettaton? It doesn't have to be weird!

[He coos a bit, wrapping his arms even tighter around his shadow counterpart.]

Daaaarling, what do you think about having a little fun with someone extra, hm? If we run into Sans's shadow, he could join the fun! I could show you how sensitive those bones of his can be~!

[Mettaton looks pretty ready to expire, right there, on the spot. In fact, he just sits on the floor.]

This has to end.

[Alphys, meanwhile, is still face first on the ground, and yells just audibly enough yo be heard over the floorboards--]

No, it's weird!!!! It p-pretty much has to be weird!!!!

[Unfortunately, here comes her Shadow to make it Worse.]

Oh dear, don't you think I know? I've thought about it p-plenty. Dear Alphys sure does have a l-lot of love to go around~!

[Which just illicits another scream from the real Alphys into the wet ground.]

Make this stop happening, I don't c-care how, someone just figure it out!!!

[Oh god no, if Sans lets himself be humiliated here the three of them will just sit down and never move and probably literally die from embarrassment. He covers his face with a hand at the mention of sensitive bones, and then squeezes his eyesockets shut when Shadow Alphys confirms. Alright. Okay. Welp.]

yeah, well, my shadow's gone already, and sorry but i'm not really feeling up to an orgy right now, or ever.

[WHY DID HE PHRASE IT LIKE THAT. Okay both hands covering his face now.]

listen. al. metta. the only way to make them go away is to accept them. otherwise they just--ramp it up, and then they get mad and try to kill you. so just--god--accept them and then we'll just--never speak of any of this ever again.

[That comment gets a laugh out of both Mettaton and his shadow.]

You should try an orgy sometime, Sans. A dick up your ass is a a vast improvement over that stick of yours you have currently.

[Mettaton then gasps and the shadow laughs again.]

Sans, I understand what you're saying. I care about you a lot. But that? I'm not accepting that.

[His shadow looks eagerly to the Shadow Alphys and then back to his real.]

Is that true, darling~?

[Alphys wheezes into her hands as the Shadows continue to antagonize them both, trying to actually ascertain the situation. Okay, Kanji said they're gonna show things she didn't want to see. This wasn't what she was prepared for in that regard, but he's right-- this is something she DOESN'T want, and certainly not to these extremes. But they're just playing it up, right? It's supposed to be... big, and dangerous.

Augh, why did she ever think she could handle this.

Alphys looks up towards Sans, looking a little pleading.]

D-Did your Shadow do this?? I know they're supposed to be... well, completely obtuse, but this is just... t-this is so much, Sans. There's acceptance but this feels like lying.

[Her Shadow, in turn, grins, licking her lips a bit and looking up to the Shadow Mettaton.]

Oh, it seems like it's so, darling. You know what that means...

good fucking lord.

[He immediately regrets that second word. And he's not going to dignify Shadow Mettaton with a response, or even think about asses.]

[But Mettaton says the other "A" word and Sans tenses a little, eyelights shooting to the Shadows again.]

don't say you don't accept it like that. just pisses 'em off.

[He doesn't think he'd be able to mentally survive if he had to watch his two best friends get murdered by their sex-crazed Shadow selves. There's just. So many levels there.]

mine was--they're meant to be exaggerated. like--like a part of yourself that you think people are seeing. like making a big deal out of what other people think in your head. i--i think that's the point. so it's not...it's not saying you want to be like this.

[He gestures with both hands at the Shadows because honestly, what the whole actual literal fuck.]

it's... a perception thing. that--this is all that someone sees. so just--accept it, because otherwise they're gonna try to kill you. and i'm tapped out, so i won't be able to do much to...

[No, Sans.]

...ass-ist.

[He stifles a snort, a combination of being giddy with exhaustion and having to witness This Fuckery.]

[Both Mettaton and his Shadow groan at the same time at Sans's pun.]

Darling, you're lucky in my "memories" you were useful; that kind of talk would have gotten you dusted very quickly otherwise.

[Mettaton shakes his head.]

It's just a pun! It doesn't deserve death! Some of them can even be... funny. Maybe.

[The shadow looks at him, a level look, and then flatly says-]

You're trying to sleep with him, aren't you? Pathetic.

[Mettaton, at that, whirls on him.]

That's it. I'm fucking you up.

[Alphys, Sans, please stop him.]

[On one hand, Alphys is grateful for the pun- it's the most normal thing that's happened to her today. On the other hand, she looks at Sans a bit helplessly, her hands displayed out to him in a universal gesture of why. Thankfully, there's more pressing matters now as Mettaton moves forward, and in a panic, Alphys just wraps her entire body around the nearest leg.]

Wait!!! Wait, remember what the rest of him said-- we can make them go away! We just have to acknowledge these are-- I mean, uhm, your f-fears are a part of you, right...?

[Her Shadow tuts, draping herself a bit more in Shadow Mettaton's arms.]

Oh, you're not afraid. You just want it all, Alphys. Undyne's here but you're greedy. You have always adored those harem shows, all those beautiful boys and girls chasing the princess...

[She sighs in a fake swoon, snuggling tighter into Shadow Mettaton's chassis.]

Edited (whoops brackets) 2018-01-24 02:43 (UTC)

[Sans answers Alphys with a gesture of sorry, couldn't help it, I regret it already, which is a less complicated gesture than you'd think.]

if a pun is worth dusting someone over then i'm not the one with the problem.

[Lord. It reminds him of King Mettaton.]

[He tries hard to ignore the new rush of heat in his face at the implication that Mettaton is trying to sleep with him. He really doesn't have the energy for this. He ends up just slumping against a wall.]

metta, don't.

[This is all, on some far-away level, extremely hilarious, the kind of thing he's going to totally laugh about later. But all at once he's thinking that his friends could actually die from this. And if they do, it stops being funny forever.]

it's not about fear, it's--self-perception. guys, please. just--accept it, okay? it's just us here, no judgment. everyone's got--uh--urges, right? i don't want to have to watch you guys get murdered by the--

[He can't think of a good enough joke so he just settles for,]

--sex twins, alright?

I'd say that anyone who annoys me is the problem.

[It's good that he reminds you of King Mettaton, Sans, seeing as he is a King Mettaton of some sort. Mettaton, the regular flavor one, goes to move forward but is thwarted by his Alphys latching onto his legs. He shakes the leg, trying to throw her off.]

Alphys!!! Please!!! This is ridiculous!! We can get this sorted out a lot quicker if we fight!

[He says, as if he has any idea what that fight will actually entail. Though he does stop momentarily shaking Alphys to look at Sans.]

Really Sans? Sex twins????

[His shadow growls a bit, clutching his Alphys closer to his chassis.]

I must say, darling, that while I know being indecisive is kind of our thing, if you do not make a move to fight me or accept me, I will make one for you.

[There's a crackle of magic in the air when he says that, much like the static in the air before lightning strikes. It's very obvious what option he wants.]

[Alphys squeaks once, trying to hold on with all her might-- and thankfully, Mettaton stops fast enough to get a word in edgewise.]

Mettaton, no!! We're just going to get hurt! You have to stop!

[She'd make a move towards her Shadow, but she can't while she keeps Mettaton at bay, so instead she just looks at her defiantly.]

Okay, y-you win, alright?? Yeah, Mettaton's hot! I designed his butt, I know how hot he is! And yeah, maybe it would-- maybe it would be nice to have people chasing me and calling me hot all the time! But I don't want to be shallow, or m-mean, I just... want to be wanted. You know?

[Meanwhile, as soon as Alphys starts talking, the Shadow watches, enraptured. As she continues, she even pushes a bit away from him, hand still on his chest but the rest of her moving from his arms, eyes fixated on her.]

... Do you understand, then? D-Do you see it?

[Sans flinches when Mettaton says that, because oh god, this really is going to go to hell in a handbasket, isn't it.]

metta, no, don't fight them. don't.

[Fortunately Alphys is backing him up. Alphys is so good at figuring out what needs to be done, even if she's reluctant to do it. Some of the tension leaves him when Alphys starts to accept it.]

there we go. there we go, see? it's okay, guys.

[He should at least do something to help more than just repeating himself. The worst part, though, is that there's only one real way to encourage this self-acceptance. And that's to back it up.]

[Which, fuck. He really does hope that they all just never speak of this again. Or maybe this event will come with a nice memory wipe.]

and...al, you're...you're cute as hell.

[He says it in a bit of a rush.]

look, i mean, i don't--really get aesthetics and--what counts as cute or hot or--whatever. but al, you're objectively adorable. and hot--i guess, because you're passionate, and passion is--hot, i think, right? undyne's lucky to have you. i'm lucky to have you as a friend. just, uh, a friend.

[Fuck his entire life honestly, this event is so unfair.]

and--metta, obviously you're hot, and there's nothing wrong with--uh, wanting--intimacy--from people. and i know you care about alphys, it's not like that's a...secret. listen, the three of us shared souls, we all...we all already know this. and...hell, we said then we'd try to be more...open with each other, so...

just. come on, metta. you and i, and...you and alphys, we all...we know already.

[The shadow Mettaton looks vaguely offended at shadow Alphys pushing away from him a bit but he doesn't move to stop her. Instead he watches Mettaton intensely as Mettaton listens to Sans.]

But... I...

[Alphys's words rattle in his brain and Sans's words make him flush and he stays quiet for a moment, looking to this shadow with an unreadable face.]

...you're right. I like who I like. I love who I love. I just... am terrified of how it would look to others who would see me. My reputation, what I have built, it's... everything. If I slip, no one will respect me anymore. How can I expect that? How can I...

[He looks away, unable to look anyone in the eyes.]

How can I trust other people to see me how I need them to see me?

[It's vague and awkward and he looks pleadingly to his shadow. He knows his shadow could press him to be more specific but he hopes that he won't. The shadow continues to watch him, his own expression unreadable.]

So, yes. I am ashamed of who I like because they may not fit to what society thinks is cool but I still want to like them because I want... I want to be close to people who have been good to me. I don't want to be afraid. And I want to be better than judging people based on their looks or interests.

[The shadow tilts his head to the side, closes his eyes, and smiles.]

Well darling. Look at you. You're making me proud.

[Alphys blushes as Sans starts talking, getting ready to backpedal massively, but Mettaton speaks and everything seems to calm. For the first time, she doesn't look at her Shadow, but at him. He... barely ever talks about himself, like this. But he did when it mattered.

Alphys shifts a bit closer to him, reaching up and taking Mettaton's hand. The entire time, her Shadow is silent, watching the two of them enraptured.

Eventually, she laughs just a bit, leaning back into the Shadow Mettaton's chest.]

Well. B-Better than us after all, huh?

[She doesn't wait for his response, straightening up and looking towards the real Alphys across from her.]

See? Wasn't as hard as you wanted it to be.

[The Shadow finally detangles herself from the other, and Alphys lets go of Mettaton's hand in time. They meet each other in the middle of the room, and meet each other's hands for just a moment before the Shadow disappears.]

[There it is. They're accepting themselves. Sans stays quiet as Mettaton speaks, some of the tension starting to unwind itself from his soul. Alphys reaches for her own Shadow, and it promptly disappears. That's one down. And unless Mettaton royally screws this up in the next few seconds, the other will be following shortly.]

[The danger is passing, and Sans isn't going to have to watch his friends die to some sex-crazed lunatics.]

[So now is a good for Sans to slide down the wall to the floor and just sorta crumple a little.]

finally. jeez, guys.

[When Alphys reaches for Mettaton's hand the robot lets her take it, giving it a squeeze as her shadow speaks. When she moves he lets her go without holding her back and watches, enraptured, as they meet. The shadow Mettaton lets the shadow Alphys go with a smile, watching fondly as she steps forth to the real Alphys. When she disappears he sighs and looks to his counterpart with a calculating look.]

Well darling. We both know you haven't told the complete truth here.

[He walks over towards the three of them, his demeanor not at all threatening and Mettaton steps forward, meeting him in the middle. The shadow reaches out and gently touches Mettaton's cheek and his face breaks out into a smile once more.]

That being said, I don't need to hear you say it out loud to know you accept me. But sweetheart... do consider letting more people in, hm? Alphys here is more than worthy of that closeness. As for the skeleton...

[He looks to Sans, quirks an eyebrow, and then shakes his head in amusement at Mettaton.]

I think it wouldn't be a mistake to share things with him too. You don't need to hide.

[He lowers his hand from Mettaton's face and holds it up.]

Shall we?

[Mettaton nods and places his hand against his and in a flash, his shadow disappears as well. The air in the room seems to relax completely and Mettaton looks at the spot his shadow stood for a moment longer before turning to look at Sans and shaking his head.]

Finally, you say, as if facing anything like this is easy.

[Finally, when the danger has passed, Alphys can find it in herself to smile.]

Yeah, Sans, you w-weren't the one doing all the uh... embarrassing confessions.

[She does blush a bit just thinking about it, though.]

Also, we’re agreed to, uhm, n-never talk about this to anyone else, right? Like ever? Good great I agree that’s fantastic let’s not.

[Mettaton's Shadow gives Sans a pointed look and Sans, just as pointedly, looks away. He doesn't have any energy left to be embarrassed, but that doesn't mean he has to acknowledge what the Shadow is saying.]

[And then it's over. The Shadow disappears. Sans lets out a shaky sigh.]

yeah, yeah. been there, done that. you can ask ford for the gritty details. and yeah. we'll never speak 'f this again.

meantime, though, i think i'm gonna...

[And he promptly tips over and passes out.]

Sans!

[Mettaton lets out a surprised yelp and then, after looking at him for another moment and seeing he's still, well, alive, shakes his head and looks at Alphys.]

Thank you, Alphys. I... I couldn't have said what I said if you hadn't been brave yourself.

[Alphys squeaks nervously at Sans, but... you know what, he lives there now. He just lives there. She sighs, looking up at Mettaton in turn.]

I wouldn't have b-been able to either, I mean... if I didn't want to protect you.

[She reaches over and takes his hand... and then looks towards Sans on the ground.]

Can you carry him? We should get back to the, uhm, lobby.

[Mettaton's smile grows at her words and he grasps her hand tight in his. Then scoffs at her question.]

Him? Of course I can carry him. He's just a sack of bones.

[He laughs a bit then, letting go of her hand to walk over and pick Sans up. Ok, maybe he's a little heavier than he expected it to be. He considers trying to play it off, like he's pretending that he needs to exert a little more energy to pick Sans up. He waves that thought away pretty quickly; the only person here is Alphys and he doesn't have to pretend to be anyone other than himself here. So he hauls the sleeping monster up over one shoulder and, after a bit of adjustment, walks back over to Alphys and takes her hand with his free one once more.]

Let's go to the lobby, shall we?

[She giggles a little bit as Mettaton hauls Sans up, not quite like Papyrus but with the same sort of care. It’s sweet. Really sweet.

She wonders how long it’ll take until the two of them properly confess. But that’s not a discussion for right now. Right now, they can just get back to where it’s safe, and they can all sleep it off.

Alphys squeezes his hand, and smiles.]

Yeah. Let’s g-go.

[And off they go, for a semi-sweaty cuddlepile.]

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i really need to track this thread oops

yeah GOSH PEN get with the PROGRAM. the sex program. sexgram

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sweet christ

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