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entrancelogs2016-09-02 04:54 pm
mettatonvevo) wrote in entrancelogs2016-09-02 04:54 pm
[OPEN] I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Who: Mettaton, Mirror Mettaton, and YOU!
Where: Mettaton’s Room and then the rest of Wonderland!
When: September 1st (backdated shhh)
Rating: PG-13 but will probably go higher because Mirrors, am I right?
Summary: Mirror Mettaton has been DYING to get his hands on his real for awhile now. Real Mettaton has no idea that this is a thing and consequently suffers for it.
The Story:
It’s a usual day for Mettaton. Wake up, check his systems, run diagnostics, decide on an outfit (or not), then touch up anything on his body that might not be up to his standard. Despite those last few parts hinging on using his full-body mirror, he’s not too worried about it. His mirror and he have a deal, after all. They help each other look good and then carry on with their days, with the mirror covered in a beautiful white throw blanket after that. (They decided together what kind of thing would cover it.) All in all, it’s typical.
Until he finds an invitation to a house party on his bedside desk and he goes to his mirror for his routine. It’s not immediate to him that the glass has been removed from his mirror. All he sees when he finally stands in front of it and looks at it is his reflection. Nothing strange or off about it. It smiles when he smiles, moves when he moves, and the room behind it looks just like his. So he does his thing. Adjusts any plates that need adjusting, fixes his gloves, re-styles his hair. It’s all going well; even if his reflection seems a bit slow with responding to him suddenly.
Wait. What?
His hands stop their hair ministrations, falling to his sides as his “reflection” grins and continues fixing his hair.
“Don’t let me stop you, darling. We were both doing so well, after all.”
The Real Mettaton gapes, stunned and unmoving as his Mirror reaches out and gently tucks a stray piece of hair on his face behind his ear. “It’s best to move that. We don’t want our beautiful eyes to be covered.”
Mettaton lets out a strangled yell, pulling himself away just before his Mirror’s hands, gentle and soft when they initially reached, now with his fingers clawed and outstretched, grab at his neck. He stumbles backwards, knocking over one of his tables and the journals on it onto the floor, tripping on them and landing on the ground as well.
“How is this happening? How is this happening???” he cries out, well and truly terrified as his Mirror takes a languid step into his room, looking around as he does.
“I’m not quite sure myself, but the Queen seems to have allowed us the freedom to walk around as we please, both Real and Mirror alike. She can be gracious like that.” He says the last part with a careless air as his attention is oddly focused on the closet for a moment.
Mettaton wants to be running, bolting for the door, anything but sprawled on the floor like his legs have lost all ability to move. But he doesn’t get what he wants, as his mirror looks away from the closet and advances on him.
“Our little truce has been nice and all, but honestly? I miss you. A lot. I want to talk to you more, BE with you more! And this event is just the time for that! This is absolutely wonderful for both of us!”
Is he trembling? Mettaton might be trembling. His mirror shakes his head, grinning like a mad man.
“You don’t have to be afraid! We’re going to be great friends, don’t you see? We won’t need anyone else in the world. Just us.”
This finally rouses something akin to courage in Mettaton’s heart, though it’s more disgruntled pettiness than anything else. “Look, I know I’m self-absorbed, but not even I could live my whole life just talking to myself all day. That’s unrealistic.”
His Mirror’s face falls, becoming more serious. “What if there was no one else who ever wanted to talk to you? What if it there was only me?”
A deep sense of dread wells up inside Mettaton, leaking out of his mouth and causing him to stutter. “L-Luckily that’s not how things are here. There are plenty of other people for me to speak to-“
His mirror pounces quickly, wrestling Mettaton down with only a small yelp from the Real as the Mirror reaches over him and stretches his arms towards the closet, where there is a small wad of fabric and rope conveniently waiting for him. “Wonderland really knows how to give you what you want," the mirror muses happily as he wrenches his real's body down. "It’s one of the nicer things about it.”
Mettaton thrashes as hard as he can, endeavoring to try and push himself- no, his Mirror- off of his body. “You bastard, how dare you touch me!!” he cries out as he tries to fight against arms that wrap like his own, circling him in. He opens his mouth to say something more scathing, something more dramatic and interesting, but it becomes an angry muffled yell when his Mirror stuffs the gag into his mouth, tying it around his head and shoving his face into the carpet as he makes quick work of tying Mettaton’s arms and legs together.
When his work is complete, Mettaton’s Mirror grins proudly. “Now, I know this is a bit uncomfortable, but the thing is that you can’t be trusted. So I’m going to go out and take care of some things. When I come back, you and I are going to have a chat about your plans to stay here in Wonderland forever. It’s going to be riveting, I promise.”
He rolls his Real under his bed, chuckling at the muffled screams and curses that float out from underneath it. “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself while I’m gone~!”
He stands up then, dusting himself off a bit, fixing his hair and boots and adjusting his gloves so that he looks in tip top shape. Without any further glances behind him, Mettaton’s Mirror walks out into the hall, intent on ruining everyone and anyone’s good opinion of Mettaton.
((OOC: Wanna run into Mirror Mettaton? Wanna rescue Real Mettaton? Here’s a place to do it! Just mention it in subject who you want and I’ll get the ball rolling! Want to interact with Mettaton or his Mirror but this post doesn’t strike your fancy? That’s fine! I’ll be posting top levels for them for the various other parties and mingles set after this debacle. Mettaton’s getting out from under that bed regardless of if he’s rescued or not.))
Where: Mettaton’s Room and then the rest of Wonderland!
When: September 1st (backdated shhh)
Rating: PG-13 but will probably go higher because Mirrors, am I right?
Summary: Mirror Mettaton has been DYING to get his hands on his real for awhile now. Real Mettaton has no idea that this is a thing and consequently suffers for it.
The Story:
It’s a usual day for Mettaton. Wake up, check his systems, run diagnostics, decide on an outfit (or not), then touch up anything on his body that might not be up to his standard. Despite those last few parts hinging on using his full-body mirror, he’s not too worried about it. His mirror and he have a deal, after all. They help each other look good and then carry on with their days, with the mirror covered in a beautiful white throw blanket after that. (They decided together what kind of thing would cover it.) All in all, it’s typical.
Until he finds an invitation to a house party on his bedside desk and he goes to his mirror for his routine. It’s not immediate to him that the glass has been removed from his mirror. All he sees when he finally stands in front of it and looks at it is his reflection. Nothing strange or off about it. It smiles when he smiles, moves when he moves, and the room behind it looks just like his. So he does his thing. Adjusts any plates that need adjusting, fixes his gloves, re-styles his hair. It’s all going well; even if his reflection seems a bit slow with responding to him suddenly.
Wait. What?
His hands stop their hair ministrations, falling to his sides as his “reflection” grins and continues fixing his hair.
“Don’t let me stop you, darling. We were both doing so well, after all.”
The Real Mettaton gapes, stunned and unmoving as his Mirror reaches out and gently tucks a stray piece of hair on his face behind his ear. “It’s best to move that. We don’t want our beautiful eyes to be covered.”
Mettaton lets out a strangled yell, pulling himself away just before his Mirror’s hands, gentle and soft when they initially reached, now with his fingers clawed and outstretched, grab at his neck. He stumbles backwards, knocking over one of his tables and the journals on it onto the floor, tripping on them and landing on the ground as well.
“How is this happening? How is this happening???” he cries out, well and truly terrified as his Mirror takes a languid step into his room, looking around as he does.
“I’m not quite sure myself, but the Queen seems to have allowed us the freedom to walk around as we please, both Real and Mirror alike. She can be gracious like that.” He says the last part with a careless air as his attention is oddly focused on the closet for a moment.
Mettaton wants to be running, bolting for the door, anything but sprawled on the floor like his legs have lost all ability to move. But he doesn’t get what he wants, as his mirror looks away from the closet and advances on him.
“Our little truce has been nice and all, but honestly? I miss you. A lot. I want to talk to you more, BE with you more! And this event is just the time for that! This is absolutely wonderful for both of us!”
Is he trembling? Mettaton might be trembling. His mirror shakes his head, grinning like a mad man.
“You don’t have to be afraid! We’re going to be great friends, don’t you see? We won’t need anyone else in the world. Just us.”
This finally rouses something akin to courage in Mettaton’s heart, though it’s more disgruntled pettiness than anything else. “Look, I know I’m self-absorbed, but not even I could live my whole life just talking to myself all day. That’s unrealistic.”
His Mirror’s face falls, becoming more serious. “What if there was no one else who ever wanted to talk to you? What if it there was only me?”
A deep sense of dread wells up inside Mettaton, leaking out of his mouth and causing him to stutter. “L-Luckily that’s not how things are here. There are plenty of other people for me to speak to-“
His mirror pounces quickly, wrestling Mettaton down with only a small yelp from the Real as the Mirror reaches over him and stretches his arms towards the closet, where there is a small wad of fabric and rope conveniently waiting for him. “Wonderland really knows how to give you what you want," the mirror muses happily as he wrenches his real's body down. "It’s one of the nicer things about it.”
Mettaton thrashes as hard as he can, endeavoring to try and push himself- no, his Mirror- off of his body. “You bastard, how dare you touch me!!” he cries out as he tries to fight against arms that wrap like his own, circling him in. He opens his mouth to say something more scathing, something more dramatic and interesting, but it becomes an angry muffled yell when his Mirror stuffs the gag into his mouth, tying it around his head and shoving his face into the carpet as he makes quick work of tying Mettaton’s arms and legs together.
When his work is complete, Mettaton’s Mirror grins proudly. “Now, I know this is a bit uncomfortable, but the thing is that you can’t be trusted. So I’m going to go out and take care of some things. When I come back, you and I are going to have a chat about your plans to stay here in Wonderland forever. It’s going to be riveting, I promise.”
He rolls his Real under his bed, chuckling at the muffled screams and curses that float out from underneath it. “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself while I’m gone~!”
He stands up then, dusting himself off a bit, fixing his hair and boots and adjusting his gloves so that he looks in tip top shape. Without any further glances behind him, Mettaton’s Mirror walks out into the hall, intent on ruining everyone and anyone’s good opinion of Mettaton.
((OOC: Wanna run into Mirror Mettaton? Wanna rescue Real Mettaton? Here’s a place to do it! Just mention it in subject who you want and I’ll get the ball rolling! Want to interact with Mettaton or his Mirror but this post doesn’t strike your fancy? That’s fine! I’ll be posting top levels for them for the various other parties and mingles set after this debacle. Mettaton’s getting out from under that bed regardless of if he’s rescued or not.))
SANS DEFENDING METTATON IN HIS THOUGHTS... I DIE
See, that shows how little you really know him. If you think there is a difference between us, then your naive little heart is putting too much stock into his lies.
[His arm snakes out fast, grabbing Sans's upper arm in a vice like grip as he pulls him closer so they're almost flush with each other. He looks repulsed to have him this close, but it mixes well with the snarl that distorts Mettaton's pretty features.]
A gift you don't deserve. He spent time and effort not only making this for you, but repairing it too! Why he showed you that kindness I'll never understand, but if you want to avoid being hurt, I suggest you do the right thing and give it to me. No one but I should possess something like this.
[The envy uncoils inside him, twisting and ensnaring everything he could possibly feel. He will get this from Sans, by intimidation or brute force. It doesn't matter which.]
SAME THO i legit didn't expect them to be friends
[He sees the Mirror move and he dodges backward but not fast enough. Shit. Lightning magic. It's easy to forget how fast this guy is when he wants to be.]
[He tries to pull back but the Mirror's grip is tight. He can't even teleport--if he tries he'll break something, either himself or the Mirror or both of them.]
[Shit.]
[He hates being caught.]
[He grits his teeth as the Mirror tugs him closer, right up against him and, wow, he's never seen Mettaton's face like that before. He's...tall. Sans might not have wanted to acknowledge it a moment ago, but...]
wow.
so you're, like. some kind of psycho super-fan or something, right? man. that's actually pretty sad.
The Power of "METTATON" cannot be denied
[The destruction of someone's self is always a hilarious thing to watch. It's part of the reason he enjoys tearing other people down. How they cry and squirm and deny... it's riveting.]
A super-fan? Once again, you can't see the truth right in front of you. I cannot be a fan because I am the star. I love me, and only me. And since he's a part of me, anything of his is mine, and anything of mine is his. It's really quite simple.
[His other hand grips the bottom of the hoodie, beginning to tug it up.]
That means this "gift" of yours? Is mine!
robofucker
yeah, clearly you know all about me.
[More of this bullshit. And then the Mirror grabs the bottom hem of his hoodie and lifts.]
[Yeah, nope. The kind of questions he'd have to deal with if anyone sees Mettaton ripping his clothes off in public are exhausting just to think about.]
[Sans lifts his free hand and turns the Mirror's soul blue.]
[Huh. That's...kind of a weird soul. Oh well, no time to think about it now. He chucks the Mirror backward as hard as he can. Mettaton has HP to spare, so he's not too worried about hurting this guy. The Mirror might try to drag him back with him, but he can't keep that vice grip while he's sailing through the air. Sans can just teleport the moment his grip loosens.]
listen...we all have our flaws
[Come on Sans, a lot of people would kill to be in your shoes right now! No? Still gonna throw Mirror Mettaton away? Tsk tsk.
Anyway, he goes flying backwards, having been caught off guard by Sans's sudden attack, but he extends his arm to keep his grip as strong as he can, using the coils inside his arms to pull Sans back.]
There's no getting rid of me that easily, darling! Though we really don't need to fight. Just give me what I want and we can both move on with our lives!
as someone who was on the periphery of the tf fandom, i completely understand
[If this were happening to anyone else, it would be hilarious. It's a scene straight out of a comedy, like when someone launches a harpoon and the rope catches around their ankle and sends them flying. Only in this case, it's a robot with extendo-arms, and Sans is the one who goes flying.]
[Fortunately, getting yanked several feet down a hallway and bouncing off the floor at least once isn't quite enough to deplete HP. Though Sans does feel it give a warning shiver. It's a stubborn little HP.]
[They end up sort of tangled together, which is also the opposite of what Sans wanted, especially when the Mirror still has a hand up the front of his hoodie. Sans might not be an expert or even really understand the point, but even he knows what this sort of thing looks like.]
ugh. or you could, yanno, let me go, since the alternative is gonna be a hoodie covered in monster dust. which is super gross, even for you.
did you say transformers omfg
However, just like Real Mettaton, Mirror Metta will take any advantages he has, so he uses the hand that is still attached to Sans's arm to begin to twist said arm upwards to assist in this odd undressing he is trying to do.]
Believe me, I have no intention of letting this piece of art get infected with your essence. Though if you keep resisting I may have to rip it off you. Which will be a shame, but I'm sure Mettaton will repair it for me when I return to him. He'll be so thankful to be let go, I'm sure.
[So thankful and happy!! Not right away of course, but he'll convince him soon enough.]
lmfao yeah i had characters who were friends with the entire cast p much
too late, tin can. already spilled ketchup on it before, and that's pretty much--ggahh!
[The humeroidal joint pops audibly as his radius and ulna are twisted out of place. Any more of this and he's going to lose the arm. And then his life right after that, but losing a whole limb beforehand is a level of body horror he'd rather not have to deal with.]
ngh, you realize i was being literal about the dust thing, right? fffuck this--
[Welp, time to try something new.]
[He teleports, taking the Mirror with him. They both land three feet underwater, right in the middle of the swimming pool.]
[The feeling of water filling his skull and pushing through his ribs is a lot less horrifying than losing a limb would have been. He'll take what he can get. He can't imagine Mirror Mettaton's cooling fans are going to have a good time underwater.Skeletons can't swim, but they can hold their breath. So to speak. ]
GOD BLESS. I'M SO PLEASED.
No. He refuses to die like this when he's finally found someone to care for. His Real needs him as much as he needs his Real, and he will not. Die. Here.
His anger sends out a weak current of electricity, not enough to kill but enough to potentially stun anyone it hits as grabs he pulls himself out of the pool and throws himself over the side.]
You... are going to regret this.
[He spits the words out, venom seeping from each one as he drips.]
THIS FUCKING THREAD
[Mirrorton swims away and Sans sinks like a skeleton weighed down by sodden clothes, which is to say, kind of like a rock. He hits the bottom, bubbles rising from his eyesockets as water pushes out the air in his skull. He can still feel an air pocket in there, which is an absurdly weird and unsettling feeling.]
[Then there's a small jolt through the water and he suddenly can't feel anything at all.]
[Well, fuck.]
[Electricity works better when you have nerves and brain signals that can be interrupted, but Sans's bones have still gone numb. Magic mimicking the effect of electricity, or something like that. He sort of drifts along the bottom for a second, trying to peer through the water toward where Mirrorton is. He thinks he hears him say something.]
[Again, fuck this.]
[Fortunately for everyone, the whole point of teleporting is to move without moving. So even paralyzed, it's possible.]
[Sans teleports, leaving a good-sized bubble in the pool that rises to the surface with a sound like an underwater fart.]
[Meanwhile, Sans and about ten gallons of water reappear in the hallway he just left. Sans lies on the carpet as water drains out of his skull and just stares at the ceiling while he waits for his bones to work again.]
[Man, he really hates Mirrors.]