[OPEN] Is it mayhem or just an ego trip? But only one can win

[mettatonvevo]

Who: Mettaton and YOU, WONDERLAND!
What: Mettaton’s birthday!
When: August 16th, 7pm to 9pm
Where: First floor, Room 50/52
Rating: W for WILD PARTY (Ok no more like PG-13 just in case)
Summary: Mettaton has a birthday party that involves creating an entire theater for his first ever Wonderland performance!

The Story:

On every wall in Wonderland (and quite a few statues and pillars) citizens will find a poster bearing the beautiful visage of resident robotic star, Mettaton! Emblazoned across the top of it are the letters M-T-T in sparkling gold inks, surrounded by an oddly rectangular robot, with one wheel sticking out the bottom. Anyone who knows will recognize that the arms look the same as Mettaton’s regular arms and could hazard a guess that the rectangle is supposed to be him?

Below that, there is a picture of Mettaton posing with a mic stand with a singular spotlight shining down on him. Below THAT, there are words:

HELLO BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES OF WONDERLAND! IT’S YOUR RESIDENT HEARTTHROB AND CELEBRITY DELIGHT’S BIRTHDAY TODAY! THIS NIGHT ONLY, COME TO ROOM 50 ON THE FIRST FLOOR FOR AN INAUGURAL PERFORMANCE BY YOURS TRULY!

COME MARVEL AT WONDERLAND’S NEW THEATER FOR THE PERFORMING ARTS! AFTER MY PERFORMANCE AT 7PM ANY AND ALL ARE WELCOME TO BRING THEIR DREAMS TO THE STAGE!

NO PRESENTS REQUIRED; ONLY YOUR PRESENCE! THOUGH THEY CERTAINLY WON’T BE TURNED DOWN!

FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED THANKS TO THE KINDNESS OF WONDERLAND’S BOTTOMLESS KITCHEN

NEVER SAY I’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING FOR YOU, DARLINGS~! ♥

((OOC: While this is a party for Mettaton, it’s still a party. Feel free to make your own open top levels for any portion of this extravaganza!))

Comments

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

"not.... too many.... i've um, started trying to play the, uh, the theremin, but i....
i know about a lot of instruments, i use them in my tracks....
i want to play more, haha...."

[determinedest]

"Well, you've got all the time in the world here! And closets that'll give you anything you ask for!" They're not sure what a theremin is, though they're afraid to ask in case it's something that's supposed to be common knowledge.

They almost say something like, I guess it's genetic - and then they remember that they kind of broke into Mettaton's house to learn that. So they say nothing.

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

"yeah, i......

.....i kinda...

hope i'm here.....for a long time..... "

That's a lie. They hope they're here forever.

[determinedest]

"It's...better than home, isn't it?" Their smile is a little mournful, but it's not without empathy. Not without understanding. Because they - they're not sure they want to go home either.

And of course, Napstablook hardly has a home to go back to. And that's - hah, whose fault is that, do they think?

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

"you're better than home"

They blurt it out before they even realize it, and they suddenly go see-through.

"no... that's not.... i'm....
you're a better person than the one.... the you at home.... sorry, sorry i....

you're good.

here.

it's better."

They say the last part firmly.

[determinedest]

...ah. Frisk's smile flickers, grows mildly pained, and they glance away, their movements stilling into obscurity for a moment. They're right. They're absolutely right. It's a thought they've had many times, many, many times. Can't blame them for that.

"It's okay," they say quietly. "Toriel's from that...time too. The bad one. And it's not your fault if you don't feel safe around me. If you're not - "

They suck in a deep breath, try to nail some kind of organization over their thoughts.

"I think I'm better here too," they add quietly, the words almost lost beneath the roar of the music with its too-heavy, too-prominent bass.

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

The ghost looks at the ground. It's not that they don't feel safe around them. Frisk never was a threat to their safety, not even when they were attacking them back home.

"you are...

and you can't... become a better person.....

passively, you know.....?

....so um.

...thank you
for becoming better."

[determinedest]

"Yeah." Their smile feels warped, too self-deprecating and reluctant and twisted out of them. And - how dare they? How dare they bring pity upon themselves when it's people like Napstablook, like Toriel, who have suffered far more than they have?

"Getting better is a choice that you, you have to keep making," they say, softer than they'd like, echoing the words they once uttered to Chara. "Every day."

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

They nod, though they can't quite place the tone in the child's voice.

"do you wanna.... keep dancing?

together, i mean..."

Gosh, they just have to make everything awkward don't they? they shut their mouth before they can make it worse.

[determinedest]

"Yeah," says Frisk gently. "Yeah, I think I'd like that." They can leave the serious topics for another time like when they're breaking into the ghost's room like a couple of RPG protagonists.

* You give Napstablook an encouraging smile.

For now, they think they'll just dance, and enjoy the music. And enjoy...enjoy that they've maybe begun to mend things between themselves and Napstablook, if only incrementally.

For now, it's enough.