[OPEN] now that's real, real, real

[sciencelizard]

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 cancerously and pbmajesty if you have any questions or want a closed prompt.]

Comments

[sciencelizard]

[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.

[punful]

[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.]

[mettatonvevo]

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.

[sciencelizard]

[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.

[mettatonvevo]

[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?

[sciencelizard]

[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.]